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acidsoju · 1 month

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IN THE DARK

genre: smut, non idol au, (there's barely plot) pairing: roommate! beomgyu! roommate! reader warnings: oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont!), unedited so probably bad writing word count: 3.8.k summary: when the lights go out, beomgyu goes to you, his pretty roommate, for comfort.

“AH, WHAT THE FUCK”

If you had to be honest, you don’t know just what scared you more; if the so sudden power outage that left you completely in the darkness of your room or if the incredible loud scream your roommate let out just a second after. You scoffed under your breath when you heard, just a few seconds after his scream, the loud thumbs of his hurried steps down the hall getting nearer and nearer. The door crashed open and you could notice, thanks to the nightlight coming from your window, the silhouette of the tall boy leaning against your door frame.

“Hey, are you okay? I just heard you screaming.” He asked trying to hide the fear in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and reached out your hand to grab your phone placed on your nightstand, grimacing when you read the 4% of battery it had. You put it back down and looked again at the boy. Beomgyu blinked, trying to adjust his sight at the darkness of your room while trying not to rush inside and hide under your bed at the creeping darkness on his back, the hairs of his neck bristling. It made him so nervous.

“Does your phone have battery?” You asked, lazily getting up from your bed. Beomgyu felt a sense of relief washing over him after hearing your voice; at least he wasn’t alone to die in the dark.

“Barely.” He answered, looking down at the screen on his phone. He heard you sigh and walked closer to him, stopping just a few inches before your feet touched his, both of your tilting your heads to look at each other’s eyes. “W-what?”

“I’ll see if we have some candles left.” You answered softy, pointing with your finger to the boy blocking your way out. “Need to get through the door first, silly.” Beomgyu’s mouth formed a small ‘o’, nodding softly before he decided to speak again.

“M’coming too.” He mumbled, taking a step in your room for you to walk out first into the hall. You sighed a chuckle and made your way to the kitchen, touching the wall to guide you. Behind you, the floor creaked as the boy followed you closely- Like, really close; enough for you to feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck.

You both made your ways into the kitchen; a soft grunt came from you as you stumbled at the corner of the counter, stopping abruptly while you rubbed the spot in your stomach where it hurt. Beomgyu’s body softly crashed against yours and his hands quickly found your waist, trying to stabilize himself and keeping you close. Your eyes widened and you thanked there was no light in the room for the boy to see your expression, because you would have surely get teased at.

“What is it?” He asked, his head tilted from over your shoulder. You gulped as his breath hit your cheek. His cold hands on your skin making you tense for a second before you rested your own hands over his, squeezing softly. You mumbled a short nothing before keep on walking, tugging at the boy for him to move too, which he made trying not to step on your toes, his hold in your waist never letting go.

Your hands let go of his and reached to the cupboard until your fingers brushed what it felt like candles, taking out one from inside. You grabbed the lighter on the counter and turned around on your spot before lighting one, a small smile on your lips as it lightened a little. You felt the hands on your waist tightened and you looked up at Beomgyu, whose eyes were looking into yours already.

“You feel better?” You asked him, searching for any sight of fear in his eyes. After a year living with the boy, since your mutual friend Kai introduced you to the boy who was looking for a roommate while you searched for a place to live, you had learnt a few things about him; like the kind of music he liked listening to, or how loud he could get sometimes -especially when he played his games online-, or how he was a very sweet but a very clumsy person too, or how scared he was of the dark.

You still remember that time you learnt about his fear; you weren’t home when the outrage happened and it had come back when you got back home; you found him hugging himself on the couch, his eyes red from crying and the tired look on his eyes; all of him covered in cold sweat.

“… I can light another candle if you want.” You spoke again after a few seconds of no answer from the boy. His lips curled into a small smile before he shook his head, eyes flicking to the fire in between you two.

“This much is fine, just…” He gulped, taking a small step back and tugging you while at it from the hold in your waist. “Just stay with me, please.”

You allowed him to pull you into his room, pushing the door close behind you. You looked down at Beomgyu while he took a sit down on the edge of his bed, his hands never leaving your waist, as he looked up through his long eyelashes at you. You felt your face heating up and had to clear your throat as you took a step to his side and sat down on the place next to him, his hands finally letting go of you reluctantly.

“Wanna try and get some sleep?” You asked him but Beomgyu shook his head, shifting in the bed to look at you. You couldn’t help but to let out a soft, awkward laugh at the weight of his gaze on you and look away from him, your eyes landing on the guitar laying behind him on his bed. “Oh, were you playing before? How’s your music coming?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder to his instrument. “I actually was polishing a new song before the light went off… Let me play it for y- I mean, do you wanna heart it?” You nodded excitedly and Beomgyu sighed a chuckled before grabbing his guitar and placing it over his lap, his fingers caressing the strings and beautiful melodies coming from it.

Was it because you were immersed in the dark o was his voice always this deep? You blinked a little surprised; maybe the fact that you got to live with his screaming-ass 24/7 had made you forget about his actual pretty and calm voice. You hummed in delight and closed your eyes, enjoying the music and the warm that irradiated from the candle.

Beomgyu cleared his throat after his song ended, looking at you while your eyes were closed. He put down his guitar against the wall and moved just a little closer to you, the sudden shift making you open your eyes to look at him. You smiled a little.

“You have a really beautiful voice, I liked it.” You whispered, suddenly feeling so tiny under his piercing gaze; his brown eyes shone with the fire reflected on them. Beomgyu leaned in closer to you, his hand resting over the one you were holding the candle with, and his long fingers brushing the line of yours. Little strands of his hair fell over his eyes and brushed against your forehead, making you ticklish and moving your head back unconsciously; he followed you, inching closer and closer until his hot breath hit against your cheek as he tilted his head; dry yet plump lips brushing against your skin.

Your breath got caught up in your throat and you swear your hand would’ve shake if Beomgyu wouldn’t have been holding it with his own big hand.

“Wait…” You whispered, your eyes flickering to look at his when his free hand went to cup your face and softly guided you to look up at him. “The candle… you’re gonna get burned-

Your words died as Beomgyu blew the candles out; darkness engulfing you again, senses sharpening and soft lips connecting to yours in a second. Oh, he was sweet. Your eyes furrowed as you closed your eyes and a long sigh scaped through your nose, the extinguished candles in your hands fell and you didn’t care to look where before your hands grabbed each side of the boy’s face, deepening the kiss.

Beomgyu’s heart beat loudly against his chest; was it his fear of the dark or was it you? He didn’t care to stop to think as his hands pressed against the mattress on your back, leaning in until you fell on your back with him towering over you. Your hands were so soft, not like his all calloused. He liked the way your hands caressed his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck, massaging his sculp and playing with his soft, long hair.

A quiet gasp came from your lips when a pair of hands firmly grabbed your waist, skin against skin as your shirt had rolled up a little. Beomgyu’s soft lips nibbled down at your bottom lip and pulled, brushing his tongue against it before sliding it into your mouth, caressing your own tongue with his. You felt the way his legs shifted and how he straddled your lap, each knee at each side of your hips.

“God, so soft…” Mumbled the boy, pulling away from your mouth only to stick immediately to the skin on your jaw, then your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nibbling at your skin occasionally. You sighed; it felt good- the way his mouth moved experimentally on your skin earning each soft sound from you. Beomgyu enjoyed the little sighs you let out, but he wanted to ear you more.

His hands slowly made their way up, calloused fingerprints brushing up from your stomach to your ribs and stopping just a second at the line of your breasts, as if waiting for you to say something, which you didn’t. At the same pace, his mouth left a soft kiss in the middle of your chest that moved up and down swiftly. His nose buried in your breasts, sniffing and groaning low at the softness and warmth of the spot.

His hands slid under your bra; your back arched when his thumps rubbed against your nipples until erecting them to pull from them; a whine came out of you and Beomgyu grinned against your skin, nibbling at your skin before he swiftly took your bra out. His mouth -warm, hot- went over one of your breasts, his tongue moving again and again at your nipple, sucking and biting softly while one of his hands took care of the other breast.

“O-oh-“You whispered a groan, feeling your skin crawling at the contrast of the air hitting your bare skin and the warm from Beomgyu’s mouth. Beomgyu shifted to the other breast, repeating his actions; kissing, licking, sucking, biting, smirking at your precious sounds, groaning at the pulls from his hair.

“Does this feel good?” He asked, his nose brushing at your chest while his tongue stuck out and lick down until he reached your abdomen, his hands immediately covering your wet breasts when his mouth was off them. He tried looking up at you from a response, but he couldn’t see anything; unlike your room where the dim light from the moon came, his had most of the time his curtains closed. “Mhm?” His nose pressed against your pelvis, the vibrations from his voice making you squirm under him. “Do you want me to stop? Just say yes and I’m off of you.”

Truth was, you didn’t want him to stop. This was such an unfamiliar side of the Beomgyu you knew and it intrigued you, but mostly you were already too horny to want to stop him. You wanted him.

“… Gyu, touch me more.” You whispered, almost inaudible but it reached the boy’s ears perfectly. His hands abandoned your breasts and his fingers slid under your sweatpants’ waistline, pulling them down and off of you. His hands grabbed your hips and scooted you closer to him, now laying down on his stomach. His nose brushed against your pelvis again before it trailed down soon reaching your aching clit; you flinched when his nose rubbed against it, your mouth gaping open as he repeated the movement again and again and again, soft whimpers reaching his ears. “No- No teasing.”

“Aw, but you sound so pretty when I do.” He smirked before pressing his darted open lips against your covered core; a soft groan erupting from his throat as his senses swamped in the essence of you, already soaking wet the thin cloth of your panties. He hummed against you, biting back the smile on his lips when your back arched at the vibrations. “Smells s’good in here.”

His nose rubbed against your clit a little more while one of his hands trailed down from your hip to your thigh, caressing your skin -fuck, so soft- until his fingers brushed against your wet entrance. He moved aside your panties, barely pulling his face away from you until you were exposed for him. His lips bumped against your wet folds and a moan from you had him smiling against your warm pussy, while your hands went down to hold onto the man’s hair.

“O-oh, Gyu- that- ah, that feels good.” Your breath itched as his tongue stuck out of his mouth and gave you a long lick from the base of your entrance until your clit. A moan scaped from you. Beomgyu repeated the same action with his tongue one, two, three- a lot of times until he had you trying to close your knees around his face and whining underneath him, squirming while trying to get more friction of his mouth against you. “C’mon, don’t be mean.”

Beomgyu chuckled; firm hands now grabbing the inside of your thighs and spreading them apart before swamping into you again, this time fastening the pace of his tongue, lewd sounds of slurping and wet kisses reaching your ears even though most you could hear was your own noises. You hardened your hold in the boy’s pretty hair and bucked your hips up, trying to relieve your aching on his pretty mouth that, as soon as you started moving, had his tongue out for you to use as you pleased.

Beomgyu pressed his face closer to you, chin and nose drenching in your juices as you moved up and down; his tongue didn’t resist much still until he began matching your movements with it, up and down against you.

“Ah-fuck, Gyu, m’close”

“Cum then, angel,” Beomgyu huffed against you, his fingers grabbing your squirming legs down, probably leaving bruises mark on your skin but he couldn’t see. “fuck- you’re so hot, cum in my tongue, y/n, m’gonna take all of you.”

It didn’t take you long to reach your climax after Beomgyu’s tongue started fucking you in and out while he groaned against your entrance and you fucked his face with your pussy. You bit down your lip trying to muffle the sounds but still, moans and whimpers came from you as your juices covered the man’s tongue. Beomgyu gathered your juices on your tongue until he felt you were clean enough.

“You good?” He asked after a few seconds of silence where he only could hear your fast breaths. You gulped and nodded, remembering he couldn’t see you.

“Y-yeah, just… catching my breath.” You answered, feeling your cheeks burn up and, even though you really couldn’t see him, you knew he had that stupid smirk of his on his face.

“Okay, take your time.” And he did have a smirk on his face. Beomgyu sat down putting some space in between you two, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth. You pushed yourself up and palm the same in front of you, eyebrows narrowing when you didn’t find him. Crawling, you moved a little closer to where the bed sunk.

“Where are you?” You questioned, finally brushing his arm. Your hands found his face and you pulled him closer, clumsily placing your lips over his, your own taste invading your mouth. Beomgyu’s breath got caught up in his throat when your tongue pushed past his lips, moving around his mouth like you owned him. “It’s my turn now.”

“Mhm? Oh.” Realization fell upon him as your hands fell on his lap, stroking his boner over his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and kneeled on the floor, in the middle of his spread thighs. He bit his lip, head falling over his shoulder while your fingers pulled his pants down until they touched the floor. “You’re gonna make me feel good, right ang- aw, fuck-“

Beomgyu gulped down his own words when your hand grabbed his archin dick, after pulling down his boxer, and collected the wetness from the pre-cum of his tip, spreading it all along his length. Your free hand rested on his thigh, fingers pressing down on it for support while you moved your face closer to him. He felt so big in your hand; could he even fit in your mouth?

Beomgyu’s stomach tensed when your breath hit against his dick before you placed down a wet kiss on his tip, lips darting open and tongue poking out to brush against him, the saltness of his pre-cum invading your mouth. It was addicting. Soon you found yourself lowering your mouth to his base and giving a long, slow lick from there up until you reached his tip and then got him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length.

You felt his body tensing up while you bobbed down your head, painfully slow for him, making sure your tongue reached everywhere possible. Beomgyu’s hands closed in fists against his mattress and he swirled his tongue on lips lip before trapping it down under his teeth, hissing at your pace. Were you taking revenge for his teasing? Oh, you were such a greedy little thing. Beomgyu smirked, lip still trapped under his teeth before a hand landed on top of your head.

“Mhm, that’s much better, angel,” he hummed after he had pushed your face down on his cock, feeling his tip reaching the back of your throat and you moaned against him; your eyes prickled with tears you had to blink to suppress. The hand on your scalp tug from the makeshift ponytail, making you moved up and down again, each time harder, on his dick. “Such a pretty mouth for me, making me feel this good, angel- fuck, you like that, no? Being used for me to cum, uh? You want that? Me cumming all over your pretty hot mouth? Better fucking fill your mouth with all my love.”

You whined; he sure talked a lot now that his mouth wasn’t occupied with something else. But in reality, his lewd words had you rubbing your thighs together and clenching around nothing. Beomgyu let go of the hold in your hair and leaned back, pressing both his hands against the mattress on his back as he let you take over. Fuck, he wished he could see you right now so prettily sucking him off while drool fell from your chin and you looked up at him with whose cute eyes of yours.

He bit down on his bottom lip, his head falling back while his abdomen twitched; a long, rasp groan erupted from his throat before he had his ropes of cum filling your mouth. He whined, feeling how you sucked all of his juices with your hot tongue, cleaning him just like he had cleaned you before.

His hand moved forward to hold your chin and his thump pressed against your lip before moving inside your mouth, your tongue quickly twirling around his fingerprint. Beomgyu hummed pleased. “You swallowed all of it? Good, angel, now come up here.”

You climbed up his lap after rolling down your panties and straddle him with his hand on your waist guiding you. You rested your hands on his shoulder as you lifted yourself up, feeling how he grabbed his dick and placed his tip against your entrance. His hot breath brushed against your cheek before he pushed you down onto his length, moans scaping from both of you as he filled you up.

“What the fuck, you’re so tight? Agh- god, you feel s’good, angel but you’re gonna make me cum in no time if you suck me up like that.”

Beomgyu found your lips in no time, crashing his against it and kissing you like a starved man, while you started pacing up on his cock, hearing the way his breath would flinch or the sweet moans against your mouth. His hands trailed down from your waist to your ass, grabbing and squeezing harsh. His mouth fell open when he felt the way you squeezed him inside.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Fuck, okay-“ Suddenly, he fell on his back and pulled you with him, you whined at the sudden crash but the sound quickly morphed into a moan as Beomgyu held your ass in his hands and started thrusting his hips faster from underneath you. His thrusts turning into ramping at the sweet sound of your moans against his ear, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “You’re squeezing so hard, baby, are you gonna cum again? Do it, then.”

“Fu-fuck, Gyu, s’too much…”

“You can take it, though, you’re a big girl.” He tilted his head and planted a kiss on your ear, before he started nibbling at your earlobe. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape while your eyes rolled back, it was all so lewd; the noises from skin hitting against skin, the soft groans from his on your ear. Your breath hitched and you felt your release cover all of Beomgyu’ cock that continued his fast ramping inside you, wet sounds reaching your ears. “God, you came so much, y/n, so fucking much.”

You moan against the skin on his neck where you hided your face while he thrusted the last times into you before cumming as well. His hands caressed your ass before they were up again, hugging you closer to his chest that moved up and down while catching his breath. Beomgyu was still inside of you when he moved in his bed and laid comfortably, head resting on his pillow and you laying on top of him.

Soon, soft snores reached his ears and he chuckled silently, hands caressing your exposed back and hair. Just when he was about to fall asleep as well, with you in his arms, the light came back.

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Rival Hearts

Paring: Beomgyu x Reader

Style: school AU, angst, fluff, romance, friendship

Warning: some abuse, some manipulation, a bit of violence, cold beomgyu

Word count: 14,030

Y/N hurried down the hallway, her heart racing with the excitement of the first day of high school. She rounded a corner at breakneck speed, only to crash into someone heading in the opposite direction. Papers and books flew everywhere.

"Watch it!" the boy snapped. He had a long wolf cut that almost covered his eyes, giving him a mysterious, almost brooding look.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks burning as she bent down to help gather the scattered items.

"Don't bother," he retorted, swatting her hand away. "Just watch where you're going next time."

Taken aback by his rudeness, Y/N straightened up, her apologetic demeanor shifting to defiance. "I said I was sorry. No need to be so mean about it!"

The boy, who Y/N now recognized as Beomgyu from the rumors about his sharp tongue, glared at her. "Mean? You're the one not looking where you're going."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N couldn't help but notice, despite his attitude, Beomgyu was really handsome. But then she remembered his words, and her annoyance flared up again.

Before they could continue their argument, a teacher's voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here? And why are you two not in class?"

"We were just—" Y/N started.

"Lost," Beomgyu finished for her, his voice losing some of its edge.

The teacher, understanding it was their first day, let it slide and instructed them to follow him to class. As they walked, Y/N and Beomgyu kept shooting glares at each other.

"It's clearly your fault we're late," Beomgyu muttered.

"My fault? You're the one who bumped into me!" Y/N retorted under her breath.

Entering the classroom, Beomgyu's demeanor changed slightly as he saw familiar faces from middle school. But his relief was short-lived when he realized Y/N was seated next to him.

"Great," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Y/N, undeterred, whispered, "Looks like we're stuck with each other."

Beomgyu just sighed, a reluctant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Despite their rocky start, there was an undeniable spark of intrigue between them. Class wasn't to bad as the two of them where to busy listening to the teachers lecture. As soon as the bell rang for next class y/n was up and already out of the room just so she didn't have to deal with him and focus on next class.

Beomgyu, still fuming from the earlier encounter, watched as Y/N made a beeline for the door the moment the bell rang.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. "Well, that's one way to make an exit," he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun, ever the instigator, elbowed Beomgyu playfully. "Hey, Beomgyu, did you give your new neighbor a welcome gift? Like, I don't know, a scowl and a cold shoulder?"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up, Yeonjun. She's just... infuriating."

"Infuriatingly interesting?" Hueningkai teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"More like a walking disaster," Beomgyu retorted, though his friends noticed the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

"Seems like fate has a sense of humor," Jeongin added with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Y/N, still simmering from the earlier encounter, recounted the tale to Chaeryeong and her friends, who listened with amusement. "And then he just brushed me off, like I was some sort of annoyance," Y/N huffed, crossing her arms.

Chaeryeong couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. Grumpy, huh? That's a good one. Fits him perfectly."

As they were talking, Chaeryeong's sister, Chaeyeon, along with her friends Yuna, Yeji, Lia, and Ryujin, joined them. "What's this about Mr. Grumpy?" Chaeyeon asked with a grin.

Chaeryeong quickly filled them in on Y/N's collision with Beomgyu. The group erupted into laughter, with Yeji adding, "Oh, that's Beomgyu for you. Always walking around like he's got a cloud over his head."

"Don't let him get to you," Lia advised, patting Y/N's shoulder. "He's known for his... charming personality."

Just then, Beomgyu walked into the classroom, Yeonjun in tow. His gaze met Y/N's for a fleeting moment before he muttered something under his breath and looked away. Y/N, feeling the sting of his dismissive attitude, turned her head, focusing her attention back on her new friends.

"He's like a storm cloud on legs," Ryujin commented, noticing the exchange.

Yuna, always the optimist, chimed in, "Maybe he's just misunderstood?"

Y/N snorted. "More like misbehaving. I've never met someone so grumpy in my life."

The girls shared a knowing look, their laughter filling the room as Beomgyu and Yeonjun found their seats. Y/N couldn't help but feel a little better, surrounded by her new friends and their light-hearted banter, even with Mr. Grumpy in the same room. The day seemed to stretch on with Beomgyu and Y/N finding new ways to annoy each other, their bickering becoming a source of entertainment for their classmates. Every time they crossed paths, it was like watching a comedic showdown.

"Oops, sorry, didn't see you there, Mr. Grumpy," Y/N said sarcastically, as they narrowly avoided another collision in the hallway.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Maybe try looking where you're going, Mrs. Clumsy," he retorted, his tone dripping with mock concern.

Their classmates whispered and giggled, watching the two with amusement. "Those two are like a live-action sitcom," one student remarked to another.

Lunchtime rolled around, and Y/N found herself welcomed into the lively group of girls. They laughed and chatted, Yuna cracking jokes that sent them all into fits of laughter.

At a nearby table, Beomgyu sat with Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, trying to focus on their conversation. Hueningkai said something that made them all laugh, but Beomgyu's attention was unwittingly drawn to Y/N's laughter.

He glanced over, catching sight of Y/N smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed from laughing. She looked genuinely happy, and for a moment, Beomgyu found himself captivated.

He quickly snapped out of it, scolding himself mentally. "Ugh, why does she have to be so loud?" he muttered aloud, his annoyance clear.

Yeonjun, who had noticed Beomgyu's brief distraction, teased, "Loud? Or just hard to ignore?"

Beomgyu shot him a look. "Hard to ignore because she's loud," he clarified, trying to focus back on his friends.

As the weeks rolled by, the dynamic between Beomgyu and Y/N didn't improve. If anything, their constant bickering became a staple of the high school's daily drama. Despite their best efforts to steer clear of each other, fate – or perhaps their teachers' mischievous planning – always brought them back together, igniting yet another round of heated arguments.

In the middle of a particularly tense chemistry class, Y/N accidentally knocked over a beaker, causing a minor spill. Beomgyu, who was unfortunately her lab partner for the day, let out an exasperated sigh.

"Great, just great. Can't you do anything right, Mrs. Clumsy?" he groaned, grabbing some paper towels.

Y/N, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and irritation, shot back, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Grumpy. Not all of us can be perfect like you."

Their classmates snickered, watching the familiar scene unfold. Mrs. Lee, their teacher, intervened with a stern look. "Enough, you two. This is a chemistry lab, not a battlefield."

Despite the teachers' frequent interventions, Beomgyu and Y/N continued to butt heads at every opportunity. Beomgyu's cold demeanor never seemed to thaw around Y/N, and she, in turn, bristled at his every word.

Outside the classroom, Y/N's popularity soared. Her easygoing nature and genuine kindness drew people to her, and she became known as the school's social butterfly. This only added to Beomgyu's growing annoyance.

One day, while hanging out in the cafeteria, Hueningkai couldn't help but gush about Y/N. "You should've seen her playing video games last weekend. She's insanely good!"

Beomgyu's ears perked up, his expression souring. "You hung out with Y/N?" he asked, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably.

"Yeah, she's really cool and fun," Hueningkai replied, not noticing Beomgyu's growing irritation.

Yeonjun chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration. "And have you seen her dance? It's like she's born to be on stage. Plus, her fashion sense is off the charts."

Beomgyu scoffed, trying to mask his discomfort. "Dancing? Gaming? Fashion? What are we, a fan club?"

Yeonjun and Hueningkai exchanged glances, their brief looks hinting at their small crushes on Y/N. They quickly changed the subject, sensing Beomgyu's rising frustration.

As the months passed, Y/N's popularity continued to grow. She was admired for her authenticity and warmth, qualities that endeared her to both students and teachers alike. Beomgyu, on the other hand, found himself increasingly isolated, his gruff exterior and constant battles with Y/N setting him apart from his peers.

During a school assembly, Y/N was called up to receive an award for her contributions to the school community. The applause was thunderous, with students and teachers alike showing their appreciation for her.

Beomgyu, sitting in the back with a scowl, couldn't help but feel a twinge of something he couldn't quite place. "Why does she have to be so... likable?" he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on Y/N as she graciously accepted the award.

Yeonjun, sitting beside him, nudged him gently. "Come on, Beomgyu, even you have to admit she's pretty amazing."

Beomgyu just huffed, turning his attention away. "I don't have to admit anything."

Despite his outward disdain, Beomgyu couldn't help but notice the way Y/N interacted with everyone around her. She was always surrounded by a group of friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. Her presence seemed to light up the room, a stark contrast to Beomgyu's more reserved and brooding nature.

In the hallways, whenever Beomgyu and Y/N crossed paths, their exchanges were always sharp and filled with sarcastic remarks. Yet, there was an undeniable energy between them, a tension that neither could ignore.

"Watch where you're going, Beomgyu," Y/N would say, her tone teasing yet edged with frustration.

"Right back at you, Y/N," Beomgyu would retort, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Their classmates often watched these exchanges with a mix of amusement and curiosity, wondering what the next chapter in the ongoing saga of Beomgyu and Y/N would bring. The two of them had become an enigma, a source of endless speculation and gossip.

Unbeknownst to them, their constant bickering and undeniable chemistry had started to draw more attention than either of them realized. Their classmates whispered and speculated, all of them eagerly anticipating the next encounter between the school's most unlikely duo.

The weekend had finally arrived, and Y/N was determined to enjoy it. Her first task: completing all her homework early on Saturday morning. After several hours of diligent work, she completed her assignments, freeing up the rest of her weekend. Feeling accomplished, she decided to treat herself by visiting the local record store to buy Metallica's latest album, a treat she had been longing for.

Upon entering the store, Y/N's mood lightened instantly. She greeted Mr. Kim, the owner, with a cheerful "Good morning!" and headed straight for the metal/rock section. Her eyes quickly found the prize – the latest Metallica album. As she reached out to grab it, another hand landed on it simultaneously.

Looking up in surprise, Y/N's heart sank as she saw Beomgyu, his expression mirroring her own annoyance. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Buying an album, what does it look like?" Beomgyu retorted, not letting go of the album. "I got here first, let go."

"No way, I touched it first!" Y/N insisted, her grip firm on the album.

Their bickering escalated quickly, catching the attention of Mr. Kim, who rushed over to mediate. "Hey, hey, let's not turn my store into a battlefield. How about a fair game to decide who gets the album?"

Reluctantly, both Y/N and Beomgyu agreed, curious about what Mr. Kim had in mind.

"Alright," Mr. Kim began, "first question: Name Metallica's drummer."

"Easy, Lars Ulrich," Y/N answered confidently.

"Correct!" Mr. Kim said. "Now, Beomgyu, name the lead vocalist."

"James Hetfield," Beomgyu replied, a smug look on his face.

"Right again. Next question: What year was their album 'Master of Puppets' released?"

"1986," Beomgyu said quickly, beating Y/N to the answer.

Mr. Kim nodded, impressed. "Y/N, your turn. Name the song Metallica won their first Grammy for."

"'One'," Y/N answered, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Tied now. Final question: What's the name of Metallica's first live album?"

Beomgyu thought for a moment before replying, "'Live Shit: Binge & Purge'."

Mr. Kim raised his eyebrows. "Correct. Looks like Beomgyu wins."

Y/N's face fell as Beomgyu let out a triumphant cheer, snatching the album and holding it just out of her reach. "Looks like victory is mine, Mrs. Clumsy."

Frustrated and disappointed, Y/N left the store, muttering about Beomgyu's childishness.

Beomgyu approached the counter to purchase the album, but as he looked at the door through which Y/N had exited, his smile faded. A twinge of guilt nagged at him. He hadn't really cared much about the album initially, but the competitive spirit had taken over when he saw Y/N reaching for it.

Mr. Kim, noticing Beomgyu's conflicted expression, commented, "You know, sometimes winning the battle can feel a bit hollow."

Beomgyu sighed, looking down at the album in his hand. "I guess," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to Y/N's disappointed face.

As Beomgyu walked out of the record store, clutching the newly acquired Metallica album, his triumph was tinged with an odd sense of regret. He had won the album, yes, but at what cost? Their rivalry, always simmering, had just intensified. He pondered over this as he headed home, the album in his hand a symbol of a victory that felt increasingly hollow.

Come Monday, the school corridors were buzzing with the usual energy. Y/N, surrounded by her friends Felix, Seungmin, Yuna, Lia, and others, recounted her weekend misadventure at the record store.

Felix, leaning against a locker, asked curiously, "So, did you finally get that Metallica album you were raving about?"

Y/N's expression soured. "No, thanks to Mr. Grumpy. He snagged it in a quiz-off," she grumbled, still feeling the sting of defeat.

Seungmin, his eyebrows raised in surprise, chimed in, "Wait, you're into metal? That's unexpected... and cool!"

Yuna, with a playful smirk, added, "Looks like you and Beomgyu have more in common than just your love for arguing."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Please, the only thing we share is a music taste, unfortunately."

Their conversation continued, a mix of teasing and laughter, but Y/N couldn't shake off the irritation that Beomgyu had beaten her to the album.

Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Beomgyu was with Jeongin, Hueningkai, Yeonjun, and Heeseung, proudly showing off his Metallica album. The plastic wrap was still intact, untouched since he bought it.

Jeongin whistled appreciatively. "Nice win, man. But aren't you going to open it?"

Beomgyu shrugged nonchalantly. "Haven't got around to it yet."

Hueningkai, leaning over to get a better look, said, "You know, Y/N was after this album too. Funny how you both like the same stuff."

Beomgyu's expression hardened slightly at the mention of Y/N. "Yeah, a real riot," he muttered sarcastically.

Yeonjun, ever the observer, noted, "Seems like your battle with Y/N is more than just verbal sparring."

Heeseung, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, why haven't you removed the plastic? Isn't that the best part about getting a new album?"

Beomgyu glanced at the album, his fingers tracing the sealed edges. "I guess I was more focused on winning than actually wanting it," he admitted, a rare moment of introspection showing on his face.

The group fell into an unusual silence, each pondering over Beomgyu's confession. The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and they dispersed to their respective classes, the album still wrapped in its plastic, a silent testament to the complex dynamics of high school rivalries.

Throughout the day, whispers and glances were exchanged between the two factions. Y/N's friends teased her about her unexpected musical connection with Beomgyu, while his friends prodded him about the unopened album.

In the hallway, Y/N and Beomgyu's paths inevitably crossed. They exchanged a brief, tense glance, both acutely aware of the album incident.

"Enjoying your new album?" Y/N asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Absolutely," Beomgyu replied dryly. "It's sitting on my shelf, still in its plastic glory."

Y/N snorted. "Typical. Win a battle but lose sight of the war."

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. "And what war would that be?"

"The war of actually enjoying things, not just winning them," Y/N shot back, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Just as Y/N pivoted to walk away from Beomgyu, she collided head-on with someone else. Strong hands reached out, steadying her before she could stumble. She looked up to find herself face-to-face with Jeongin, who was grinning at her.

"Wow, are you okay?" he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Y/N, still a bit startled, managed a laugh in return. "Yeah, just my usual graceful self," she joked, trying to brush off the embarrassment.

Jeongin's smile widened, and he teasingly added, "Beomgyu was right about the whole 'clumsy' thing, huh? But it's kind of cute, in a way."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Thanks, I guess. It's nice to know my clumsiness is appreciated."

His gaze briefly flickered past her to where Beomgyu stood, watching them. He then turned back to Y/N with a more serious expression. "Do you think you and Beomgyu will ever stop fighting?"

Y/N shrugged, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I don't know. It's always him who starts it, and I'm not one to just let things slide. He'd have to stop first."

Their conversation was light, but it was clear that the ongoing feud with Beomgyu was a point of annoyance for Y/N. She didn't understand why he always seemed to target her, and it was exhausting to keep up the constant bickering.

Unbeknownst to her, Beomgyu's attention was fixed on their interaction. As he watched Jeongin and Y/N standing close together, chatting and laughing, a new, unfamiliar feeling simmered within him. He couldn't quite place it – it wasn't jealousy, surely. He didn't like Y/N, after all. But the sight of them together, so at ease, stirred something in him.

The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and students began to scatter towards their classes. Y/N waved goodbye to Jeongin and made her way down the corridor, unaware of Beomgyu's eyes following her.

As she walked away, Beomgyu's gaze lingered on her retreating figure. The feeling inside him was unsettling, and he shook his head, trying to dispel it. He didn't like Y/N. That much was clear. So why did seeing her with Jeongin bother him so much?

The rest of the day was filled with the usual hustle and bustle of school life, but Beomgyu found himself distracted. The image of Y/N laughing with Jeongin kept replaying in his mind, accompanied by that strange, unsettling feeling.

After school, as he walked home with the Metallica album in his backpack, he couldn't help but think about Y/N's words from earlier. "The war of actually enjoying things, not just winning them." Her words echoed in his head, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to their interactions than just mindless bickering.

As the school year drew to a close, the excitement for summer break was palpable. The students eagerly anticipated their well-deserved freedom, and none more so than Y/N and Beomgyu, who were ready for a respite from their constant bickering. Yet, there was a sense of curiosity in the air about what the new school year would bring for their ongoing rivalry.

During the break, Y/N kept busy with her close-knit circle of friends. She often met up with Yeonjun, Hueningkai, and others, making the most of the summer days. Beomgyu, though not particularly thrilled about Y/N's inclusion, found himself in these gatherings more often than not, thanks to their mutual friends.

One such day, Y/N and Beomgyu found themselves at a group hangout in the park, along with a large crowd of friends: Yeonjun, Hueningkai, Taehyun, Soobin, Jeongin, Wooyoung, Chanbin, Felix, Yuna, Lia, Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon, Ryujin, Yeji, and of course, Beomgyu.

Yeonjun, always the life of the party, was in high spirits. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous grin. "Hey Y/N, have you ever heard my rendition of Bon Jovi? I've been practicing just for you," he teased, strumming an air guitar.

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please, spare us the torture, Yeonjun."

Beomgyu, who was sitting a little apart from the group, couldn't help but overhear. He watched, his expression souring as Yeonjun continued his playful serenade.

Hueningkai nudged Beomgyu, noticing his discomfort. "What's up with you? Jealous of Yeonjun's mad guitar skills?"

Beomgyu scowled. "Please, I could play circles around him."

"So, why don't you?" Hueningkai challenged with a smirk.

Beomgyu hesitated, then shook his head. "Not worth it. I'm not here to entertain Y/N."

Yeonjun, meanwhile, had grabbed Y/N's hand, twirling her around in an impromptu dance. Y/N was laughing, clearly enjoying the moment, but Beomgyu felt an irritating twinge in his chest at the sight.

"Looks like someone's enjoying the spotlight," Taehyun commented, watching the scene with amusement.

Beomgyu muttered under his breath, "More like hogging it."

The summer afternoon at the park was a mosaic of laughter, games, and shared stories, with Beomgyu sitting a bit apart, seemingly lost in thought. His friends were fully engaged in a spirited game of charades, but Beomgyu's attention was often drawn to Y/N, who was right in the thick of it.

"Man, you've been staring at Y/N the whole time. What's up?" Soobin teased, nudging Beomgyu.

"I'm not staring. Just... wondering how she manages to trip over nothing," Beomgyu replied, trying to sound indifferent.

"Sure, sure," Hueningkai chuckled. "Whatever you say, man."

Yeonjun, overhearing the exchange, joined in. "Come on, Beomgyu, admit it. You find her fascinating."

"Fascinatingly annoying," Beomgyu retorted, but his gaze unconsciously drifted back to Y/N.

As the afternoon wore on, they all took turns sharing funny and embarrassing stories. When it was Y/N's turn, she launched into a hilarious tale about a camping trip gone wrong, complete with wild gestures and comical expressions.

"...and then I walked straight into the tent pole!" Y/N concluded, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

Even Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle, though he quickly masked it with a cough.

The sun began to lower in the sky, signaling the end of their day at the park. As everyone started saying their goodbyes, Beomgyu and Y/N found themselves awkwardly facing each other.

"So, uh, see you around, Y/N," Beomgyu muttered, not sure why he felt the need to say anything at all.

"Yeah, see you, Beomgyu. Try not to miss me too much," Y/N quipped with a teasing smile.

Beomgyu just huffed and turned away, but inside, her words left him feeling oddly unsettled.

As he walked home alone, Beomgyu replayed the day's events in his head. Y/N's infectious laugh, her storytelling, the way she had everyone captivated – it was all so irritatingly endearing.

"Why does she have to be like that? Why does it even matter to me?" he mumbled to himself, kicking at a stray stone on the sidewalk.

He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his thoughts about Y/N than mere annoyance. As he pondered this, the sun set, casting long shadows on the path before him.

The quiet streets echoed with the remnants of the day's laughter and conversations. Beomgyu couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about the upcoming school year. His thoughts were a jumble of confusion and curiosity about his and Y/N's interactions. What did this all mean for their ongoing rivalry? And more importantly, why did it matter so much to him?

As the second half of the summer holidays unfolded, Y/N's presence in the group hangouts became increasingly scarce, leaving everyone, including Beomgyu, wondering why. Even Beomgyu, who would never admit it, found himself missing her usual lively banter and energy.

One day, when Y/N finally did show up, she was immediately surrounded by a flurry of questions.

"Where have you been hiding?" Yeonjun asked, his tone playful yet curious.

"Yeah, we've missed you at our epic video game battles," Hueningkai added, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Y/N offered them a sheepish smile. "Just needed some me-time, you know? A bit of peace and quiet at home."

Her explanation seemed to satisfy most of the group, but there was a sense that she was holding something back. A few weeks later, Y/N had an announcement that piqued everyone's curiosity.

"I want you guys to meet someone special," she said, a mysterious smile on her lips.

The day of the introduction arrived, and the group eagerly awaited Y/N's arrival. She walked in, hand in hand with a guy none of them had seen before. The reactions were immediate and varied – gasps of surprise, amused smirks, and even playful jealousy from Yeonjun and Hueningkai.

"This is Hwan," Y/N said, beaming. "He's a year older and goes to a different school. Our moms are friends, so we've known each other for a while. But we only recently started dating."

Beomgyu, who had been quiet, felt a strange twist in his gut at the word 'boyfriend.' He eyed Hwan, his expression turning cold and dark. There was an inexplicable feeling of discomfort at seeing Y/N so close to someone else.

Hwan, oblivious to Beomgyu's reaction, greeted everyone warmly. "It's great to meet all of you. Y/N's told me a lot about her amazing friends."

The group chatted and asked Hwan questions, trying to get to know him better. Y/N looked genuinely happy, her laughter and smiles directed mostly at Hwan.

Beomgyu, however, couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling. He found himself disliking Hwan without even knowing him. "So, you've been ditching us for him?" he finally asked, his tone sharper than intended.

Y/N looked taken aback by his tone. "Well, Beomgyu, I didn't realize I needed your permission to have a life outside this group," she retorted, her tone matching his.

There was an awkward pause before Yeonjun stepped in, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, let's not start World War III here. We're just happy to meet Hwan, right, Beomgyu?"

Beomgyu's eyes narrowed as he watched Y/N and Hwan laughing together. His friends noticed his unusual silence and fixed gaze.

"Earth to Beomgyu," Taehyun said, waving a hand in front of him. "You've been staring at Y/N and what's-his-face all day."

Beomgyu grunted dismissively, "Just observing the new guy. He's... too nice."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Too nice? That's a new one. What's wrong with being nice?"

"Nothing," Beomgyu snapped. "It's just... it's not normal. No one's that perfect."

As Hwan tried to strike up a conversation with Beomgyu later, Beomgyu's responses were cold and brief. "So, I hear you're into rock music. What bands are you into?" Hwan asked, trying to find common ground.

"Various ones," Beomgyu replied curtly, not meeting Hwan's eyes.

Hueningkai, picking up on the tension, leaned in. "You know, you could try being a bit friendlier. He seems like a decent guy."

Beomgyu just shrugged, still watching Y/N and Hwan from the corner of his eye. He couldn't shake off the feeling of annoyance at seeing them together.

Later, as the group started to leave, Beomgyu's thoughts were still muddled. The sight of Y/N with someone else had irked him more than he wanted to admit.

The start of the second year at school brought with it the usual buzz and excitement, but for Y/N and Beomgyu, it also reignited their old rivalry. This year, however, there was an added layer of tension due to Y/N's new boyfriend, Hwan. Beomgyu's behavior towards Y/N had become more standoffish than ever.

As Y/N tried to focus on her friends and Hwan, Beomgyu's presence loomed larger, making it difficult for her to ignore him. His disdain for her new relationship was evident, his body language speaking volumes whenever she mentioned Hwan.

One day, their usual snide remarks escalated into a full-blown argument. As they crossed paths in the crowded hallway, Beomgyu couldn't resist a jab. "So, Y/N, still playing happy couples with Hwan?"

Y/N, already on edge, snapped back. "What's your problem, Beomgyu? Can't stand seeing someone else happy?"

Their voices rose, drawing the attention of their classmates. Beomgyu's expression was one of scorn. "Happy? Please, you're just blinded by his 'niceness'. It's all an act. Just because your moms are friends doesn't mean he's good for you."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, facing him squarely. "And what would you know about it? Why do you even care?"

"I don't care," Beomgyu retorted quickly. "It's just obvious he's not right for you."

Y/N's frustration boiled over. "That's not your decision to make. You're not my dad, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu scoffed. "Clearly, someone needs to be. You're not seeing the real picture here."

"What 'real picture'? That you can't stand the thought of me being with someone?" Y/N accused, her voice tinged with anger.

"That's not it," Beomgyu shot back. "He's just... too perfect. It's unnatural. You're falling for a facade."

Their argument attracted a small crowd, their classmates whispering and nudging each other. Hueningkai and Taehyun attempted to intervene.

"Guys, chill. This isn't the place," Heeseung said, trying to mediate.

"Yeah, you're causing a scene," Taehyun added, glancing nervously at the gathering students.

Y/N, ignoring them, continued, "Why do you even care? Why do you hate me so much, Beomgyu?"

"I don't hate you," Beomgyu replied, his voice lowering slightly. "I just... I don't like seeing you being fooled."

"Fooled?" Y/N echoed, her voice rising again. "By who, Hwan? Because he's been nothing but genuine."

Before Beomgyu could respond, a couple of teachers arrived, having been alerted by the noise. "What is going on here?" one of them demanded, making their way through the crowd.

Y/N and Beomgyu were both taken by surprise, their argument abruptly halted. "It's nothing, sir," Y/N tried to explain, but her voice was shaky.

"This doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," the teacher said sternly, looking at Beomgyu. "You two, come with me. Now."

As they were led away, Beomgyu glanced over his shoulder, calling out to Y/N, "Just watch, Y/N. Don't come crying to me when he turns out to be an asshole."

Y/N, her face a mix of anger and confusion, shot back, "I wasn't planning on it."

In the corridor, the group of friends stood in a tight circle, still reeling from the intensity of the argument between Y/N and Beomgyu. Yeonjun was the first to break the silence.

"Did you guys see Beomgyu's face? He looked like he was about to explode," he said, still processing the scene.

Lia nodded, her expression one of concern. "Yeah, and Y/N wasn't backing down either. I've never seen her that angry."

Yuna chimed in, "I think Beomgyu's been a bit too much lately. Ever since Y/N started dating Hwan, he's been acting weird."

"So you think he's jealous?" Taehyun asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"It's not just jealousy," Hueningkai interjected thoughtfully. "He's always been kind of harsh with Y/N, even before Hwan. It's like he's looking for her attention."

Jeongin agreed, "Yeah, it's like they've been in this weird dance since day one. He teases her, she snaps back. It's like they can't help themselves."

Soobin, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "I think Beomgyu might not even realize his feelings. He's always putting up this tough exterior, but with Y/N, it's different."

Yeonjun nodded. "Exactly. It's like he doesn't know how to express himself properly, so he ends up being mean or picking fights."

Lia sighed, "But that's no excuse for the way he's been acting. I mean, Y/N's in a relationship now. He needs to respect that."

Yuna added, "And Y/N's been trying to avoid conflict. She's been really happy with Hwan. Beomgyu needs to deal with his feelings in a healthier way."

Jeongin looked thoughtful. "You know, I wonder if Beomgyu even realizes how his actions affect Y/N. He's so caught up in his own feelings."

"Whatever it is, I hope they sort it out soon. It's affecting the whole group." Heeseung concluded.

As they continued discussing, trying to make sense of their friends' complex dynamic, it was clear that the situation had left them all feeling a mix of worry and frustration. Meanwhile, in separate classrooms, Y/N and Beomgyu were left to their thoughts. Y/N sat by the window, her mind racing. Despite Beomgyu's cold demeanor towards her, she couldn't deny the strange attraction she felt towards him. His presence always stirred a mix of emotions within her.

Then there was Hwan, kind and gentle, who had entered her life through their parents' connection. He was everything Beomgyu wasn't – understanding, patient, and warm. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing.

In another classroom, Beomgyu sat slumped at a desk, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He thought about Y/N and their constant bickering. Deep down, he knew his behavior towards her was more than just annoyance. The realization that someone else was making her happy, especially someone like Hwan, bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

"Anyone would be better than Hwan... even me," he muttered to himself, a frown etching his face. The thought surprised him, revealing a side of his feelings he hadn't fully acknowledged yet.

The school corridors buzzed with the usual end-of-day chatter, but for Y/N and Beomgyu, it was as if they were in a bubble of their own making. They moved through the crowd, deliberately avoiding each other, yet unable to stop the furtive glances that betrayed their mutual awareness.

Y/N walked with Lia and Yuna, her mind still replaying the argument. Lia, noticing Y/N's distraction, nudged her gently. "You okay? You seem miles away."

Y/N sighed, "Yeah, just thinking about the whole Beomgyu thing. I don't get why he's acting like this."

Yuna, always the more outspoken, chimed in, "Honestly, it's like watching a drama unfold. But you two need to figure things out. This tension is unbearable."

Across the hall, Beomgyu walked with Yeonjun and Hueningkai, his expression sullen. Yeonjun, glancing over at Y/N, then back at Beomgyu, said, "You know, you could just talk to her. Clear the air."

Beomgyu shook his head, "And say what? 'Sorry for being a jerk but I actually might like you?' That would go over well."

Hueningkai laughed, "It's better than this silent war you're both waging."

As the day wound down and they all walked their separate ways home, the air was thick with questions and uncertainties. The events of the day had only added to the complexity of Y/N and Beomgyu's relationship.

Y/N, walking home, couldn't shake off her mixed feelings. "He's so infuriating," she muttered to herself. "Why does he have to be so... so Beomgyu?"

Meanwhile, Beomgyu's thoughts were similarly conflicted. "What's wrong with me?" he pondered. "Why can't I just leave her alone?"

Their friends, meanwhile, continued to discuss the situation amongst themselves. "Something's got to give," Taehyun said. "They can't keep going like this."

Yeonjun nodded in agreement. "Yeah. It's like they're drawn to each other but too stubborn to admit it."

Lying in his room, Beomgyu stared at the ceiling, his mind clouded with thoughts of Y/N. Seeing her so happy with Hwan stirred a complex web of emotions within him. Turning to his side, his gaze fell on the still-sealed Metallica album on his desk, a tangible reminder of his and Y/N's tumultuous interactions.

Frustrated by the constant presence of Y/N in his thoughts, Beomgyu decided to visit the record store the next evening. He needed a distraction, something to focus on besides the confusing emotions swirling inside him.

As he rounded a corner in the store, Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat. There, in the midst of an argument, were Y/N and Hwan. Beomgyu's eyes narrowed as he noticed Hwan's grip on Y/N's wrist, subtle but firm.

The argument between Y/N and Hwan seemed to falter as Hwan spotted Beomgyu. His grip loosened, and Y/N quickly pulled her hand away, holding it close to her body. Beomgyu could see Y/N struggling to hold back tears, her expression a mix of anger and hurt.

Beomgyu, despite his complicated feelings towards Y/N, felt a surge of protectiveness. "Is everything okay here?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern.

Y/N, startled by his sudden appearance, wiped her eyes quickly. "It's nothing, Beomgyu. Just a small disagreement, that's all," she said, her voice slightly shaky.

Hwan, trying to regain composure, offered a forced smile. "Yeah, we're fine. Just discussing some... music preferences."

Beomgyu's gaze lingered on Y/N, sensing there was more to the story. "If you're sure," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn't entirely convinced.

Y/N nodded, avoiding Beomgyu's gaze. "Yeah, we're fine. Thanks."

Beomgyu, still concerned, lingered for a moment longer before turning to browse through the albums. His mind, however, was far from the music in front of him. The encounter with Y/N and Hwan had left him feeling uneasy.

After selecting the Alice Cooper album he had come for, Beomgyu glanced back at Y/N and Hwan. They seemed to have calmed down, but the tension was still palpable.

Beomgyu's walk home was filled with conflicting emotions. The image of Y/N trying to hold back tears at the record store lingered in his mind, unsettling him more than he wanted to admit. Once home, he impulsively dialed Jeongin's number, needing to share what he'd seen.

"Jeongin, I need to talk," Beomgyu began, the moment his friend picked up the call.

"Sure, Beomgyu, what's up?" Jeongin's voice came through, sounding concerned.

"I was at the record store, and I saw Y/N with Hwan. They were arguing, and Hwan... he had a tight grip on her wrist. It looked really possessive," Beomgyu explained, his voice a mixture of worry and confusion.

"That sounds pretty intense. Are you okay?" Jeongin's concern was evident.

"I don't know," Beomgyu admitted. "It's bothering me more than it should. She looked really upset, Jeongin."

Jeongin paused before replying, "It's good you're worried about her, Beomgyu. Maybe you should check if she's okay."

Beomgyu sighed, "I don't know if I should get involved. We're not exactly friends."

Jeongin encouraged, "Maybe this is a chance to change that. Just a friendly check-in to make sure she's alright."

Beomgyu ended the call with a lot to ponder. Jeongin's words resonated with him, suggesting a new perspective on his relationship with Y/N.

The next day at school, Y/N appeared distant and tired, her usual energy noticeably dimmed. Her friends immediately picked up on her changed demeanor.

"Y/N, you look exhausted. Is everything alright?" Lia asked with a concerned frown as they walked to class.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well," Y/N replied, trying to brush off her friend's concern.

Yuna, not convinced, prodded further, "It's about Hwan, isn't it? You can talk to us, you know."

Y/N managed a weak smile. "It's nothing, really. Just a small argument. I don't want to talk about it."

The friends exchanged worried glances but decided not to push her further. "Okay, but we're here for you, whenever you're ready," Lia reassured her.

Beomgyu observed Y/N from across the schoolyard, her usual lively spirit noticeably dimmed. Jeongin's words about reaching out to her rang in his ears, stirring a conflict within him. He wanted to help, but their history of antagonism left him uncertain about her reception.

As the weeks went by, Y/N's condition seemed to worsen. She became increasingly quiet, her vibrant energy fading. One day, Beomgyu noticed a bruise on her neck, poorly concealed with makeup. His usual annoyance with her transformed into concern, and he found himself walking towards her before he could change his mind.

Yeonjun, who had been chatting with Beomgyu, was startled as he watched his friend abruptly walk away. "Hey, where's Beomgyu off to?" he muttered, his eyes following Beomgyu's determined stride.

Approaching Y/N, Beomgyu blocked her path and firmly but gently took her hand, leading her to a quieter area. Y/N protested, "Beomgyu, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Ignoring her protests, Beomgyu pressed her gently against a wall in a secluded part of the schoolyard.

His voice was a mix of harshness and concern as he carefully pulled down her collar, revealing the extent of the bruise. "You thought you could hide that? He did this to you, didn't he?"

Y/N, struggling to maintain her composure, snapped back, "It's none of your business, Beomgyu. Leave me alone."

Beomgyu's expression was a mix of anger and worry. "I can't just stand by and watch this happen. I told you he wasn't good for you, didn't I?"

Y/N tried to push past him, but Beomgyu's hands on the wall beside her head blocked her escape. "You don't know anything about us. Just stay out of it," she said, her voice betraying her weakness.

Beomgyu, towering over her, softened his tone, the concern in his eyes evident. "Y/N, look at me. This isn't right. You don't deserve to be treated like this."

Tears began to well up in Y/N's eyes, her façade crumbling. "I thought... I thought he cared about me."

Seeing her vulnerability, Beomgyu's demeanor shifted entirely. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug as she began to cry. "It's okay, Y/N. You're not alone in this."

As Y/N leaned into Beomgyu's embrace, her defenses crumbling, she found a sense of solace she hadn't expected. Her tears flowed freely, a release of the pent-up emotions she had been holding back.

Beomgyu, feeling the intensity of the moment, whispered, "It's okay, Y/N. Let it all out. You don't have to hold back."

Y/N, her voice breaking, responded, "I didn't know where else to go. I never thought I'd find comfort in you, of all people."

Beomgyu gently adjusted her collar to cover the bruise. "I know we've had our differences, but I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt."

Y/N, gripping his shirt, looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Why are you doing this, Beomgyu? After everything?"

Beomgyu sighed, his expression softening. "Because no matter what's happened between us, I can't ignore when someone's in pain. Especially you, Y/N."

As they stood there, lost in the moment, Yeonjun and the rest of their friends appeared in the distance, having been led there by Yeonjun's concern.

"There they are," Yeonjun said, relief evident in his voice. "I knew something was up when Beomgyu bolted like that."

The group approached cautiously, sensing the gravity of the moment. "Is everything okay?" Lia asked, her voice laced with concern.

Y/N, wiping away her tears, tried to compose herself. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Thanks, Beomgyu," she said, stepping back from the embrace.

Beomgyu nodded, his gaze still protective. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. We all are," he said, gesturing to their friends.

As the group enveloped Y/N, offering their support, Beomgyu stepped back, watching the scene with a mixture of relief and contemplation. The encounter had changed something between him and Y/N, opening a door to a new understanding and perhaps, a new beginning.

At their favorite spot in the schoolyard, Beomgyu, Jeongin, Hueningkai, Taehyun, Lia, Yuna, and Soobin gathered. The mood was unusually somber, their concern for Y/N palpable.

"Y/N's been really off these past few days," Lia started, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, she's not her usual self at all," Yuna added, frowning. "Her laugh, her smile... it's like they've just disappeared."

Beomgyu remained quiet, reflecting on his observations of Y/N. He had been keeping a close watch on her since learning about the issues with Hwan, though he hadn't shared this with the group. He couldn't help but miss the vibrancy Y/N usually brought to their group.

"I haven't seen her light up in weeks," Taehyun said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Remember how she used to brighten up the entire place?"

"Yeah," Hueningkai agreed, "and now, there's no sparkle in her eyes anymore. She seems... different, more fragile."

Beomgyu felt a familiar pang of concern. He knew more than he let on, especially about Y/N's struggles with Hwan, but he chose to keep this to himself. He still remembered how Y/N had confided in him that she tried to break up with Hwan multiple times since that evening at the record store but found it difficult due to Hwan's abusive behavior.

Jeongin glanced at Beomgyu, recalling the call they had that night. He had a rough idea of what might be happening between Hwan and Y/N, but he kept his suspicions to himself, noticing how Beomgyu had subtly shifted from his usual annoyance to a more protective stance, albeit still maintaining his tsundere demeanor.

"It's just not like her to be this quiet," Soobin commented, looking genuinely concerned.

"Has anyone talked to her about this?" Jeongin asked, probing carefully, careful not to reveal his conversation with Beomgyu.

"Not really, she keeps to herself these days," Lia replied. "It's like she's building walls around her."

In the schoolyard, Beomgyu's thoughts were a mix of frustration and concern. He knew the group was worried about Y/N, but he couldn't fully disclose what he knew about her situation with Hwan. He decided to keep an eye on her and be there for her when she was ready to talk.

The conversation shifted as Chaeryeong's upcoming birthday pool party became the topic. Everyone was excited, but Y/N seemed hesitant. Chaeryeong, noticing her reluctance, persistently begged her to attend. "Come on, Y/N, it won't be the same without you," she urged, following Y/N around the school.

Finally, Y/N relented, "Alright, alright, I'll come. Just stop following me!"

That evening, Y/N prepared for the party. She dolled herself up, trying to bring some normalcy back into her life, but her efforts were interrupted when Hwan unexpectedly walked into her room.

Hwan's smile was charming, his aura seemingly kind. "Wow, you look amazing," he complimented her, closing the door behind him.

But as soon as the door clicked shut, his demeanor changed. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone darkening.

Y/N, attempting to maintain her newfound confidence, replied, "I'm going to Chaeryeong's birthday party."

"Really? And you didn't think to tell me beforehand?" Hwan snapped, his gaze turning menacing.

Y/N, though scared from his previous violent outbursts, stood her ground. "I didn't think I needed your permission. You're not my dad."

Hwan's anger flared as he grabbed her hair firmly. "Don't get smart with me, Y/N. Remember, I'm your boyfriend."

"So, it's okay for you to cheat on me, but I can't go to a friend's birthday party?" Y/N retorted, her fear mingling with defiance.

Hwan tightened his grip. "You can go, but I'm coming with you. And about the cheating – watch what you say about me."

Y/N felt a mixture of anger and fear. "Fine, come with me. But don't think you can control me," she said, her voice trembling.

Hwan released her hair, a smirk crossing his face. "We'll see about that. Let's go."

As they descended the stairs, Hwan's mother noticed them. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Y/N. "Look at you, all dressed up! Where are you two headed?"

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but Hwan quickly interjected with a sweet voice, his arm around her waist. "We're going to Y/N's friend's birthday party."

His mother smiled, unaware of the tension between them. "That sounds lovely. Have a great time, you two."

Y/N, trying to maintain her composure despite Hwan's oppressive presence, managed a forced smile as they left for Chaeryeong and Chae-yeon's house. The prospect of being among friends at the party brought her a sense of relief, mixed with an undercurrent of dread due to Hwan's company.

Arriving at the house, Y/N rang the doorbell. Chae-yeon opened the door, her face lighting up upon seeing Y/N. She stepped forward and embraced Y/N warmly, then noticed Hwan. Her smile faltered slightly, a look of confusion crossing her face, but she didn't comment and welcomed them inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was lively. When Y/N entered the living room, everyone cheered, their faces brightening at her arrival. Chaeryeong, especially thrilled to see her, rushed over. "Y/N, you made it! Happy you're here!" she exclaimed, accepting Y/N's gift with a wide smile.

As Chaeryeong went to place the gift with the others, she offered drinks to her guests. Before Y/N could respond, Hwan interjected, "Y/N will have a soft drink, and I'll take a beer."

Chaeryeong gave Y/N a quick, puzzled look before heading to the kitchen to fetch the drinks.

Lia and Yuna approached Y/N, their presence bringing a semblance of comfort. "Hey, Y/N, glad you could come!" Lia said with a smile.

"Yeah, we've missed you around," Yuna added, her tone warm.

Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai joined in soon after, along with Jeongin, creating a small circle of friends around Y/N. She felt a bit more at ease, knowing Hwan wouldn't act out in front of everyone.

Beomgyu, meanwhile, watched from a distance, his protective instincts on high alert. The sight of Hwan next to Y/N stirred a mix of anger and concern within him.

When Chaeryeong returned with the drinks, she handed Hwan his beer and gave Y/N a 'soft' drink that was actually her favorite sweet alcoholic beverage, disguised as juice.

As the evening progressed, Y/N found an opportunity to slip away from Hwan, who was now engaged in conversation with a group of her friends. Seeking a moment of solitude, she wandered outside into the garden, where several people were enjoying the pool and the cool night air. Keeping her distance from the water, Y/N just wanted to breathe in the fresh air.

Soobin noticed Y/N by herself and walked over to join her. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I join you?" he asked gently, sitting beside her.

Y/N looked at Soobin, grateful for the company. "No, not at all. It's nice to get some air."

Soobin nodded, sensing her need for a calm moment. "You know, if you ever need to talk or anything, we're all here for you."

Y/N offered a small, thankful smile. "I know, and I really appreciate it. Tonight's been... a lot."

Soobin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just remember, you're not alone in this, okay?"

Y/N sighed softly, her gaze drifting to the night sky. "I'm just trying to figure things out. It's complicated."

Soobin sat alongside Y/N at Chaeryeong's birthday party, providing a comforting presence amidst the lively atmosphere. Their conversation flowed naturally, covering a range of topics.

"You know, we all really miss you hanging out with us," Soobin said gently. "It's not the same without your laugh and energy around."

Y/N offered a faint smile, her eyes distant. "I miss you guys too... with everyone."

"There's something else," Soobin added cautiously. "We've all noticed you don't seem as happy as before. You look... more tired, paler. Even Beomgyu's concerned, and he's usually so hard to read."

Y/N's thoughts drifted back to a recent encounter with Beomgyu. She remembered how he had found her alone, seen the bruises on her neck, and how he had offered her an unexpected moment of kindness and comfort. She longed to share her struggles with Hwan with her friends, but fear held her back. She was grateful, though, that Beomgyu had respected her wishes to keep it private until she was ready.

Their conversation was interrupted as Hwan emerged from the house, his voice falsely cheerful. "There you are," he said, lightly patting Y/N's head, causing her to flinch subtly.

Spotting the pool, Hwan's expression changed, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Hey, Y/N, how about a swim with me?" he suggested, trying to lure her away from Soobin.

Y/N hesitated, fear creeping into her voice. "I'd rather not, Hwan."

Hwan persisted, tightening his grip on her hand. "Oh, come on, it's a party! Swimming is fun, right?"

Soobin, noticing Y/N's discomfort, intervened. "She said she doesn't want to go in, man."

Hwan laughed it off. "It's just a dip," he assured, as he began to lift Y/N up.

Y/N's panic escalated; she cried out and struggled against Hwan's hold. "Please, put me down! I can't swim!"

Hwan disregarded her pleas, chuckling as if it were a joke. "You're just saying that. Come on, it'll be fun."

Several friends, aware of Y/N's fear of water, shouted for Hwan to stop, but he didn't listen. In a swift motion, he threw Y/N into the pool. The party fell silent as Y/N hit the water, gasping and flailing helplessly.

Beomgyu, watching from afar, felt a surge of fury. As Y/N struggled to surface, he rushed to the poolside, ready to act. Yeonjun was also prepared to dive in, but Beomgyu was quicker, plunging into the water. He reached the bottom of the deep end, where Y/N lay motionless, and swiftly brought her up to the surface.

Beomgyu gasped when he reached the surface but Y/N was unresponsive.

Yeonjun instructed everyone to back off, giving them space. Hwan, realizing the gravity of his actions, tried to approach, but Beomgyu's fierce glare and sharp command kept him at bay.

"Stay back!" Beomgyu yelled, his eyes blazing with anger.

Yeonjun, Hueningkai, and Taehyun formed a barrier, preventing Hwan from getting any closer. Meanwhile, Yuna and Chaeryeong rushed to find Chaeryeong's parents.

Chae-yeon confronted Hwan, her voice stern. "You need to leave my house. Now."

Hwan's expression darkened. "Leave? Seriously?"

"Yes," Chae-yeon insisted firmly. "Now."

Beomgyu carefully laid Y/N on the ground. Jeongin and Soobin hurried to fetch towels, while Lia went for dry clothes. Beomgyu checked Y/N's pulse and then, without hesitation, began administering CPR. He performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, followed by chest compressions, his focus solely on reviving Y/N.

After a tense minute, Y/N coughed violently, expelling water as she gasped for air. She turned to her side, her eyes meeting Beomgyu's, and clung to him, her body trembling from the ordeal.

Beomgyu wrapped his arms around her, offering warmth and protection. "It's okay, i got you. You're safe now," he whispered, his voice a mixture of relief and concern.

The crowd around them remained stunned, witnessing the dramatic turn of events. Beomgyu's quick actions had saved Y/N, and in that moment, the depth of his concern for her became evident to everyone.

Y/N clung tightly to Beomgyu, her body shaking with sobs as she sought comfort in his embrace. Beomgyu, feeling a mix of protectiveness and anger, held her close, his eyes scanning the area for any further threats.

Hwan, his demeanor rapidly shifting from concern to frustration, announced he was leaving.

He pushed past Yeonjun and the others, his voice firm as he addressed Y/N. "We're going home, now," he demanded.

Y/N, still nestled in Beomgyu's arms, looked up at Hwan with a mix of fear and defiance. She shook her head vehemently, her voice barely a whisper as she said, "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Hwan's expression soured. His attempt at an apology came off as nothing more than a bitter retort. "I didn't know you couldn't actually swim," he muttered.

"Oh really? Her crying and begging wasn't enough," solving but bit ignored by Hwan.

As he reached out to grab Y/N, Beomgyu's protective instincts kicked in. He pulled her closer, his voice low and threatening, "Don't fucking touch her."

The intensity in Beomgyu's eyes sent a clear message to Hwan – he was aware of the truth, and he was firmly on Y/N's side.

Hwan, realizing the situation was turning against him, straightened up and began to leave, but not before rudely nudging Hueningkai and Yeonjun with his shoulder.

Chaeryeong and Chae-yeon's parents hurried out, followed by Chaeryeong and Yuna. Their father eyed Hwan with a stern look as Chae-yeon led him toward the front door.

Soobin and Jeongin returned, each holding a towel. Soobin handed one to Beomgyu. "Here, you both need to get dry," he said, his voice laced with concern.

Jeongin offered the other towel to Y/N. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the worry that everyone felt.

Y/N, still trembling, managed to nod. "I... I think so," she replied, her voice barely audible over her sobs.

Beomgyu, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/N, reassured her, "It's going to be okay. You're safe now."

Taehyun approached them, admiration in his eyes. "Beomgyu, that was incredible. You didn't hesitate for a second."

Beomgyu brushed off the praise. "I just did what needed to be done... beat Yeonjun to it though."

Yeonjun let out a playful huff and crossed his arms. "Yeah well, I let you have your time to shine for a change."

As the group rallied around Y/N, offering comfort and support, Lia arrived with dry clothes for Y/N. "Let's get you changed," she said gently, helping Y/N to stand up.

The atmosphere at the party had shifted dramatically from celebration to concern. In the midst of it all, the friends showed their unity and care for one another, especially for Y/N.

In a quiet room away from the party, Lia, Yuna, Chaeryeong, and her parents provided a safe haven for Y/N. Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she apologized repeatedly for ruining Chaeryeong's birthday.

"Don't worry about the party, Y/N. I'm just glad you're safe. That's all that matters." Chaeryeong quickly reassured her.

Once the initial shock subsided, Y/N began to open up about Hwan's abusive behavior, both mental and physical. "I've been so distant because... because of him," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I didn't know how to tell anyone. I was scared."

Chaeryeong and the others listened in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with empathy for Y/N's plight. Chaeryeong's parents discreetly excused themselves, allowing the girls to have a moment of privacy.

After the revelation, Lia and Yuna helped Y/N dry off and change into fresh clothes. Chaeryeong's parents, deeply concerned, decided to call Y/N's mother and inform her about everything that had transpired.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Beomgyu faced a barrage of questions from the boys.

"So you knew about Hwan?" Felix asked, his tone a mix of surprise and concern.

Beomgyu nodded, his expression solemn. "Yes, I knew. After I saw the bruises... I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Taehyun inquired, trying to understand Beomgyu's silence.

"It wasn't my place to tell," Beomgyu replied. "Y/N needed to come forward in her own time. I just wanted to make sure she was safe until then."

Jeongin added, "I had a feeling something was up after the call I had with Beomgyu. The pieces just didn't fit."

Yeonjun looked thoughtful. "It's hard to believe all this was happening right under our noses."

Hueningkai chimed in, "We need to be there for Y/N. Now more than ever."

Beomgyu's thoughts were elsewhere, though. As they talked about Y/N, he realized his feelings for her ran deeper than he'd admitted to himself. His heart fluttered at the thought of being there for her, not just as a rival or a friend, but perhaps something more in the future.

After changing, Y/N, Lia, Yuna, and Chaeryeong rejoined the party downstairs. Y/N, though still shaken, felt a sense of relief having shared her burden. She approached Beomgyu, her actions speaking louder than words as she gently gripped his shirt, seeking his comforting presence.

Chaeryeong's mother gathered everyone for a speech. "Tonight's events have been a reminder of the importance of friendship and support," she began. "We're grateful that Y/N is safe, thanks to the quick actions of her friends, especially Beomgyu. Let this be a lesson to us all to never hesitate to reach out for help."

The mood lightened as they moved to celebrate Chaeryeong's birthday properly. The cake was brought out, candles were lit, and everyone sang 'Happy Birthday.' The focus shifted to opening gifts, but the sense of community and mutual support lingered in the air.

As the party wound down following the cake and gift opening, Y/N remained close to Beomgyu, finding solace in his reassuring presence. The atmosphere had gradually shifted back to one of celebration, though the events of the evening lingered in the back of everyone's minds.

Guests began to say their goodbyes, thanking Chaeryeong for a memorable evening, carefully avoiding any mention of the earlier incident at the pool. As they departed, many of them approached Y/N with hugs and words of encouragement.

"You take care of yourself, okay?" Lia said, giving Y/N a tight hug.

Yuna added with a gentle smile, "We're here for you, always remember that."

As the crowd thinned out, Beomgyu found a quiet moment to talk to Y/N. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm staying here tonight, and my mom is picking me up in the morning."

Beomgyu, relieved yet still concerned, impulsively pressed his lips against her forehead in a tender gesture, surprising both himself and Y/N. He quickly stepped back, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Y/N's heart fluttered at the unexpected contact, her cheeks warming as she touched the spot where Beomgyu's lips had been.

As Beomgyu left the house, he was still processing his impulsive action, his face a bright shade of red. Outside, Yeonjun, Jeongin, and the others were waiting for him. They immediately noticed his flushed face.

"Whoa, Beomgyu, what's with the red face?" Jeongin teased, elbowing him playfully.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "Did something happen in there?"

Beomgyu, still embarrassed, tried to brush it off. "No, nothing... I just... said goodbye to Y/N."

"So, just a goodbye, huh?" Hueningkai chimed in, grinning.

Beomgyu cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, just a goodbye. Let's go home."

As Beomgyu and his friends walked away from Chaeryeong's house, the playful banter continued, with his friends teasing him about his obvious affection for Y/N.

"So, Beomgyu, since when did you become so tender-hearted?" Taehyun asked with a smirk.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, trying to deflect. "It's not like that. I was just making sure she was okay."

"Sure, sure," Jeongin chimed in, winking. "Just being a good friend, right?"

Yeonjun laughed, patting Beomgyu on the back. "It's okay, man. We all saw how you jumped in to save her. It's pretty heroic, and, well, kind of romantic too."

Hueningkai nodded in agreement. "Exactly! You looked like a knight in shining armor."

Beomgyu, feeling slightly overwhelmed by their teasing, let out a sigh. "Can we just drop it? I did what anyone would do in that situation."

Back at Chaeryeong's house, Y/N stood in the doorway for a moment longer, her heart still racing from Beomgyu's gentle kiss on her forehead. The gesture had been simple yet profound, leaving her with a feeling of warmth and care that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Chaeryeong, seizing the opportunity for a sleepover, excitedly dragged Y/N to her room. "You're staying over, right? We can have a proper girls' night," she suggested enthusiastically.

As they settled into Chaeryeong's room, sharing her bed, Chaeryeong noticed the lingering smile on Y/N's face. "So... Mr. Grumpy has a soft side, huh?" she teased gently.

Y/N blushed, nodding. "Yeah, I... I didn't expect that from him. But it was... nice."

Chaeryeong giggled. "I think it's sweet. He really cares about you, you know."

Y/N lay back, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the night's events. The fear, the support from her friends, and the unexpected tenderness from Beomgyu all swirled in her thoughts.

"Yeah," Y/N whispered, a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe he does."

The morning after the party, Y/N sat at the breakfast table with Chaeryeong and her family, still processing the events of the previous night. The atmosphere was light but tinged with the remnants of concern. When Y/N's mother arrived to pick her up, there was a palpable sense of relief.

Chaeryeong, Chae-Yeon, and their parents greeted Y/N's mother warmly, inviting her inside for a more detailed conversation about everything that had happened.

As soon as Y/N saw her mother, she rushed into her arms, the emotions of the past few days finally catching up to her. Her mother, visibly upset and worried, held her tightly. "I'm here now, it's going to be okay," she whispered, her own voice shaking.

Inside, Y/N's mother listened intently as Chaeryeong's parents recounted the events of the party and Y/N's troubling situation with Hwan. She nodded gravely, her expression a mix of concern and anger. "Thank you for taking care of her," she said, her voice laced with gratitude and worry.

Later that day, back at her own home, Y/N found solace in the quiet and familiarity of her surroundings. The calm, however, was interrupted when Hwan's mother paid a visit.

Upon entering, Hwan's mother was immediately apologetic, her face etched with guilt and regret. "I can't express how sorry I am," she began, her voice trembling. "I had no idea my son... I never imagined he could do such things."

Y/N's mother listened, her expression stern yet empathetic. "I appreciate you coming here, but I'm sure you understand my primary concern is for Y/N's well-being."

Hwan's mother nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Of course, I completely understand. I just wanted to apologize personally and let you know that I'll do whatever I can to help."

Y/N, who had been quietly listening from the doorway, felt a mix of emotions. She was relieved that Hwan wasn't with his mother, grateful for her understanding, but also deeply saddened by the turn her relationship had taken.

The visit ended with a promise from Hwan's mother to address the situation with her son and ensure that Y/N would no longer be troubled by him. Y/N's mother thanked her and gently ushered her out, her protective instincts fully engaged.

As the door closed, Y/N leaned against it, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. She knew the road to healing would be long, but with her mother's support and her friends standing by her, she felt a glimmer of hope for a future free from fear and pain.

Monday morning at school marked a new beginning for Y/N. As she walked through the gates, a wave of relief washed over her, seeing her friends gathered, ready to support her. Yeonjun, Hueningkai, Yuna, Lia, and Chaeryeong were all there, their faces showing a mix of concern and happiness to see her.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” Yeonjun greeted her with a warm smile.

Hueningkai nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we've missed you around here.”

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude. “Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The group made a conscious effort not to dwell on the recent events. Instead, they focused on being there for Y/N, offering her the comfort and normalcy she needed.

Meanwhile, Hwan’s attempt to manipulate those around him by playing the good guy had fallen flat. Y/N’s friends and family saw through his facade and stood firmly by her side.

As they made their way through the school, the usual cacophony of Y/N and Beomgyu’s arguments was notably absent. The halls were quieter, but the silence was a welcome change.

Beomgyu, who had been keeping his distance, watched over Y/N discreetly, ensuring she was okay without intruding. His usual brash demeanor had softened, replaced by a quiet, protective presence.

Teachers, too, noticed the change. “It’s nice not to break up their fights for once,” one remarked to another.

Then, one day, as the Christmas break approached, Beomgyu decided to bridge the gap he had created. He walked over to Y/N’s locker with a gift bag in hand. Tapping her on the shoulder, he waited for her to turn around.

Y/N looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Beomgyu? What’s this?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

Beomgyu shifted on his feet, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I... uh, got you something. For Christmas.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, not just from the gift, but from Beomgyu’s unexpected gesture of kindness. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Beomgyu shrugged, trying to maintain his composure. “I wanted to. Just... don’t make a big deal out of it,” he said, handing her the bag.

Y/N took the gift, her fingers brushing against his. “Thank you, Beomgyu,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his.

Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah, no problem,” he mumbled before walking away, leaving Y/N standing there with the gift.

As Beomgyu walked away, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and longing. He glanced back once, seeing Y/N opening the gift.

Inside the bag, Y/N found the Metallica album, still in its plastic wrapping, along with a few pieces of band merchandise. Her fingers traced the album cover, a smile spreading across her face.

“This means a lot, Beomgyu,” she whispered to herself, feeling a warmth in her heart.

During the Christmas holiday, Y/N and her friends found warmth and camaraderie in each other's homes, gathering for video games and junk food, sheltered from the winter chill outside. However, Beomgyu’s absence at these hangouts was palpable, leaving a void in their usual dynamic.

Yeonjun, seeing Y/N’s concern, reassured her. “Don’t worry about Beomgyu. I’ve seen him a few times. He's just sorting through some things.”

As they were deep in their gaming session at Y/N's place, the doorbell's chime interrupted their laughter. Y/N paused the game and walked to the door, her friends' curious eyes following her.

Opening the door, Y/N was surprised to see Hwan standing there, his arms laden with flowers and chocolates. “Y/N, please, I need to talk to you. I’m sorry about everything,” Hwan implored, his voice laden with remorse.

Y/N, taken aback, was at a loss for words. She didn’t trust his sudden change of heart.

Just then, Y/N’s mother appeared, her expression a fusion of anger and protectiveness. Lia, sensing the situation, hurried to Y/N’s side and gently pulled her back.

“Hwan, you need to leave. Now,” Y/N’s mother stated firmly, her protective instincts in full force.

“But I just want to apologize to Y/N,” Hwan tried to explain, his voice tinged with desperation.

“There’s nothing you can say to fix what you’ve done. If you don’t leave, I will call the police,” Y/N’s mother threatened, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Hwan, realizing he had no choice, reluctantly stepped back and left, his head hung low.

Closing the door, Y/N turned to find her friends gathered around her, faces filled with concern.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Lia asked, her voice soft yet worried.

Y/N nodded, trying to mask her unease. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect him to turn up like that.”

Yeonjun put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re all here for you, no matter what.”

The group tried to return to their earlier jovial mood, but the shadow of Hwan’s unexpected visit lingered. As the evening wore on, Y/N’s thoughts drifted to Beomgyu. She wondered how he would have reacted had he been there and found herself missing his presence more than she had anticipated.

Y/N's mother, noticing her daughter's distant look, sat beside her. “You know, it’s okay to feel upset about this. But remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re all with you.”

As the days leading up to Christmas dwindled, Y/N received an unexpected message from Beomgyu asking to meet up. After his noticeable absence during most of the Christmas break, this invitation was both exciting and nerve-wracking for her.

Arriving at the café Beomgyu had specified, Y/N was surprised to find it was just him waiting for her. She had expected a group hangout, but the prospect of spending time alone with Beomgyu stirred a mix of anticipation and anxiety within her.

Beomgyu, who spotted Y/N as she walked in, greeted her with a warm, genuine smile – a far cry from the sarcastic smirks she had grown accustomed to during their arguments at school. “Hey, Y/N, over here,” he called out, waving her over.

Y/N approached, her heart beating a little faster. “Hey, Beomgyu. I wasn’t expecting it to be just us,” she said, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to catch up, just the two of us,” Beomgyu replied, his voice calm yet sincere.

They ordered their coffees and found a quiet corner table. The initial silence between them was filled with unspoken words and shared memories. Finally, Beomgyu broke the ice.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been between us,” he started, his eyes meeting hers. “From that first day we bumped into each other, it’s been… quite a journey, hasn’t it?”

Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I never would have imagined we’d end up here, having coffee together, after all that arguing.”

Beomgyu chuckled softly. “I know, right? I guess we’ve both changed a lot since then. I’ve been doing some thinking… about how I acted, and I wanted to apologize for being so difficult at times.”

Y/N was taken aback by his candidness. “I… wasn’t expecting an apology. I mean, I wasn’t exactly easy to get along with either.”

Beomgyu shook his head, a slight smile on his face. “Maybe, but I think I owe you one. I realized I might have been a bit too harsh at times.”

As Y/N and Beomgyu sat in the café, illuminated by the soft Christmas lights, their conversation continued to unfold with an ease that surprised them both.

“Remember that time we got paired for that science project?” Y/N chuckled, recalling one of their less antagonistic school moments. “We were both so convinced our method was better.”

Beomgyu laughed. “Yeah, and in the end, we had to combine our ideas. Turned out pretty well, though.”

The reminiscing led to discussions about their future aspirations. “I’m actually thinking of majoring in graphic design,” Y/N shared, her eyes lighting up.

“That’s cool,” Beomgyu nodded. “I’ve always known you were creative. As for me, I’m leaning towards music production. It’s been a passion for a while.”

The conversation then shifted to the topic of the Metallica album he had given her. Y/N, curious, asked him about it. “So, why did you decide to give me the album? You won it fair and square that day at the record store.”

Beomgyu hesitated for a moment, then admitted, “Well, I realized I never really wanted the album. I just... I guess I wanted to win that day. But after everything, I thought you’d appreciate it more. It was your favorite band, after all.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “It meant a lot to me. Thank you, Beomgyu. It was a really thoughtful gift.”

As they continued to talk, the initial awkwardness they had felt was completely gone, replaced by a newfound appreciation for each other. They found humor in their past misunderstandings and recognized the growth they both had undergone.

Eventually, the conversation waned, and it was time to part ways. As they stood up to leave, Y/N felt a sense of reluctance. “This was nice, Beomgyu. We should hang out like this more often,” she suggested, hoping he felt the same.

Beomgyu nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d like that. It’s been... surprisingly nice.”

They walked out of the café together, the crisp winter air greeting them. As they said their goodbyes, there was a moment of comfortable silence.

“See you after the holidays, Y/N,” Beomgyu said, a genuine smile on his face.

“See you, Beomgyu. Have a great Christmas,” Y/N replied, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment.

Y/N's walk home was filled with reflections on the evening she'd spent with Beomgyu. It was a refreshing change from their usual interactions, one that left her feeling hopeful and content.

After the Christmas break, school resumed with its usual buzz and energy. The corridors were alive with students sharing their holiday experiences.

One morning, Lia, Yuna, Yeji, Chaeryeong, and Y/N gathered with the boys, excitedly discussing their Christmas gifts and New Year’s celebrations.

“I got this amazing art set from my parents,” Lia shared enthusiastically. “Spent almost all of New Year’s Eve drawing.”

Yuna chimed in with a laugh, “And I attempted to bake a cake for Christmas. Let’s just say it didn’t turn out as planned.”

Their laughter and chatter filled the air until they noticed Beomgyu approaching. He seemed different – his usual wolf cut was now a bit shorter, and his hair was a uniform light brown, framing his face in a way that accentuated his features.

“Whoa, Beomgyu, looking sharp!” Yeonjun exclaimed as he approached, a wide grin on his face. “New year, new look, huh?”

Beomgyu shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “Yeah, thought it was time for a change.”

Y/N couldn’t help but admire the change. “It looks really good on you, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu met her eyes, his smile widening a bit. “Thanks, Y/N.”

The group continued their walk to class, now with Beomgyu in tow. The conversation shifted to plans for the upcoming year, with everyone sharing their goals and aspirations.

As they walked and talked, Y/N noticed a new dynamic in the group. Beomgyu seemed more engaged, often adding his thoughts and even joking around, which was a pleasant change from his usual aloof demeanor.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and they all headed to their respective rooms. Y/N felt a sense of warmth in her heart. The new term was off to a good start, and she couldn’t help but feel optimistic about what lay ahead.

Throughout the day, Y/N found herself thinking about Beomgyu and the changes he had undergone. It wasn’t just his appearance; his attitude seemed different too, more open and approachable.

Later, as they gathered for lunch, the group found themselves discussing a class project due in the coming weeks. Beomgyu, surprisingly, suggested they work on it together after school.

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N agreed, looking forward to spending more time with the group, and secretly, with Beomgyu.

As the day drew to a close at school, Y/N felt an undeniable sense of excitement and a sense of belonging within her group of friends. Beomgyu's changes, both in his appearance and demeanor, had infused a new energy into their dynamics, and she found herself increasingly curious about the new version of him.

Weeks after their newfound friendship, Beomgyu stood nervously at his locker, clutching a small bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates. Today was the day he had decided to reveal his true feelings to Y/N. The thought alone set his heart racing.

Yeonjun, standing beside Jeongin and Soobin, couldn't help but tease him, “If you guys spent two years arguing, it's pretty obvious you're into each other.”

Beomgyu shot him a glare but couldn't hide the anxious anticipation in his eyes.

“Go on, Beomgyu. It’s now or never,” Soobin encouraged him with a supportive pat on the back.

With a deep breath, Beomgyu steeled his nerves and approached Y/N, who was standing a few steps away, engaged in conversation with Yuna and Lia.

“Hey, Y/N,” Beomgyu called out, his voice surprisingly steady despite his racing heart.

Y/N turned, her expression lighting up with surprise and curiosity. “Beomgyu? What’s all this about?” she inquired, noticing the flowers and chocolates.

Gathering his courage, Beomgyu looked into her eyes. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you. I like you, a lot more than I ever admitted. I’ve felt this way for a long time.”

Y/N's eyes widened, a mixture of astonishment and delight dancing in them. “Really? Mr. Grumpy, I never saw this coming,” she teased, her smile broadening.

“Yeah, well, Mrs. Clumsy, I guess it was about time I confessed,” Beomgyu replied, his voice tinged with a playful warmth.

The two shared a laugh, their old antagonistic nicknames now taking on a fond, affectionate tone.

Y/N took a step closer, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I like you too, Beomgyu. I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

In that moment, they both leaned in for a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss that encapsulated years of hidden feelings, a shared history of arguments and laughter.

Their friends watched from afar, cheering and clapping in support. Yuna and Lia shared a look of excitement, thrilled for their friend.

After the kiss, Beomgyu handed Y/N the flowers and chocolates. “For you, Mrs. Clumsy,” he said with a smile.

Y/N accepted them with a giggle. “Thank you, Mr. Grumpy. They’re beautiful.”

As they walked away together, hand in hand, a new chapter in their lives began. Their journey from rivals to friends had now blossomed into something more – a relationship built on understanding, laughter, and a deep connection.

The school hallways, once filled with their arguments, now echoed with their shared laughter and whispers of future plans. Beomgyu and Y/N, once known for their endless bickering, had found in each other a partner, a confidante, and a love that had grown from their unique bond.

Their story, which began with a collision on the first day of high school, had come full circle in the most unexpected and beautiful way. As they looked ahead, they knew whatever the future held, they would face it together, as a team, ready to navigate the joys and challenges of life side by side.

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wonie-not-wony · 4 months

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confession.

pairing. roommate!beomgyu x gn!reader synopsis. Deciding to finish the essay you were working on yesterday, your roomate beomgyu suddenly runs into your arms? genre. angst, mostly fluff! warnings. kisses a/n. miss me? 😙 it's been 7 months 😺 ha ha ha ha (soobin ver.)

As you diligently worked on your essay in the living room, Beomgyu surprised you by suddenly shutting your laptop and wrapping his arms around you. Bewildered, you questioned if everything was okay, but he remained silent. Sensing his deliberate avoidance, you reassured him with comforting headpats.

Beomgyu nestled against you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His behavior was even stranger than usual, and though he didn't respond to your questions, you understood that he was intentionally ignoring them. Softly patting his head to provide reassurance, you felt both confused and deeply concerned for him.

With a quiet smile, Beomgyu leaned into the head pats. Though more lovingly than usual, he was beginning to revert to his previous state. He looked content and at ease.

"You can talk to me, gyu. I'm always here to listen."

Beomgyu leaned back and looked at you seriously. He hesitated before responding, and instead, he pulled you closer to him.

"Gyu, I still need to do my essay, you know."

Beomgyu frowned and appeared reluctant to let you continue working. With a sigh, he continued cuddling you and pleaded, "Please, don't work now. Just cuddle with me for a bit longer."

Sensing the way his face darkened, you decided to let him seek comfort in your embrace.

Beomgyu smiled and pulled you even closer, nuzzling his face into your neck as he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" you asked, as Beomgyu continued to hold you tightly. He appeared somewhat guilty as he sighed softly.

"It's nothing... I just missed you," he murmured softly, pulling you even closer. His level of affection was unprecedented, something he had never done before.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've never been this... vulnerable with me," you cautiously inquired.

Beomgyu sighed softly, that's when you noticed his red eyes and tired expression. Something must be wrong.

"You're the only one I can be vulnerable with, y/n," Beomgyu whispered tenderly, leaning in closer.

Your heart skipped a beat. What did he just say?

Beomgyu looked embarrassed, averting his gaze.

"I like you," he whispered, feeling somewhat guilty. You could feel his blush under your hands. He had never been this vulnerable with you before.

"Like, romantically," he clarified, realizing the significance of his confession.

You looked at him with shock for a moment; his words made your heart flutter.

"I like you too, gyu," you said softly.

Beomgyu's eyes widened, surprise evident on his face. His cheeks reddened, and he was momentarily speechless.

"Really...?" his voice regained its soft, sweet tone. He didn't know how to react, but he was undeniably happy. He stared at you for a moment before leaning in to give you a small, sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Why didn't we date sooner? I could've gotten kisses like this from you."

With a smile on his face and a comforting expression, Beomgyu rested his head on yours. He cuddled up against you and chuckled.

"I don't know, y/n," he whispered softly, still smiling. "I guess I was just so scared of ruining what we already have, and I really didn't want to lose you." His tone was gentle, and his voice exuded warmth.

"I'm glad I gave in... because now I have you all to myself." He placed another affectionate kiss on your cheek. "All yours, Choi Beomgyu" you laughed and gave him a quick peck on the nose in response.

Beomgyu smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into a loving and sweet hug. His lips brushed against your neck, sending a delightful tingle throughout your body. His touch was warm and gentle, making you feel secure and at ease. In a soft and romantic tone, he whispered once more.

"You're mine, y/n" He smiled gently, his voice full of sweetness and heart eyes just for you.

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soothinglee · 11 days

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coffee shop breakdowns──★ ˙☕️ ̟ ¡!

| choi beomgyu x fem! reader ─ 2.69k wc✔︎

my notes⎯ i've always wanted to write something coffee shop au and at first i was going to write for yunjin of zb1 but change of plans lol ! (ill still write for yunjin in the future though !) I hope you enjoy, i tried to make it funny( 〃．．). (i know the ending is abrupt, it's 1 am and im exhausted and i really want to publish this). warnings⎯ swearing (mainly f bombs), mentions of exhaustion and overworking (?), and taehyun makes a brief appearance. songs⎯ 사랑으로; wave to earth

나의 작은 마음도 그 안에 작은 파도처럼 부서지고 밀려와선 네게 녹아내리고 그제서야 보이는 나의 영원

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THE COFFEE SHOP was always busy between 9 to noon, when the college students came in for a fix of caffeinated shots after staying up late cramming in assignments, or partying.

The line of people continued to grow until it reached the door, making it hard for newcomers to come in. Some opted to hop back into their cars and into the deserted drive-through. With each order came more glassware, covered in sticky toppings and cookie crumbs. Unfortunately for you, you always seemed to get scheduled on busy days. Even more unfortunate, the glorified task of dish duty was assigned under your name at the start of your 8-hour shift.

You reach up to nudge the tight knot on your apron's neck.

If exhaustion doesn’t kill you by the end of the night, the choker on your neck should do the trick.

After putting another load into the dishwasher, which was on its last leg due to its slight malfunction when you got a spoon stuck in the disposal, you bend over the sink. There was a slight twitch in your eye out of the sheer annoyance that yet another person went on their break when you had yet to get your own.

The screaming baby in dining is not helping the raging headache pounding in your temple.

“Will someone shut that thing up?” a grunt rises from your throat as you go to stand, wincing when your back cracks loudly.

In the corner of your eye, you see a hand place another dish in the black tub, and a laugh follows. “That's not a nice way to talk about a paying customer.”

You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“If you think a baby works a 9-5 job, with enough money to afford a cup of coffee in this economy, you have another thing coming for you.” The rebuttal comes easy from your lips, months of practice and debates working in your favor with fast responses.

“I mean if they really put their mind to it, babies could take over the world.” The response is quick and witty, an unconscious choice of words followed by a playful hip bump that makes you keel over and onto the wall. Your knees were so close to giving in after standing all day. The thought of sitting on the floor, though covered in unidentifiable grit, seems like heaven for the joints. “Long day?”

A scoff leaves your lips as your head connects to the wall. A way of saying you have no idea. The weight of your eyelids grow heavier with every passing second. No matter how many times you try to keep them open, it’s to no avail.

You look like a toddler fighting sleep.

The question passes through one ear and out the other. Your co-worker waits for another second (perhaps for a response) then giggles when there is none. Though you can’t see him, you can vaguely imagine what he’s doing with all of the commotion going around the cramped space. There’s a slosh coming from the three-compartment sink, a rag hitting the dishes hurriedly, and then the dishwasher handle being pulled up paired with a strenuous huff.

“Holy fuck this thing is heavy,” is mumbled quietly as more thumping continues. Something in the more conscious part of you can't figure out if the room is spinning beneath the dark in your eyes or the headache that spreads itself to the base of your skull.

Where's Tylenol when you need it?

“Beomgyu,” The name comes out weak- a thick coat of fatigue blankets your throat. You clear it a couple of times before trying again. “You don’t have to do it for me.”

Please, please, please do it for me.

He stops pouring out the unused coffee grains to look down and give you a judgmental once over. His eyes flit to your frizzy wannabe ponytail that has one too many flyways, to the apron string on your shoulder that was one fast head turn to the man upstairs, and then to your jeans, that were covered ankles up in milk and chocolate sauce?

Beomgyu hopes that it's chocolate sauce.

With the way he looks at you, a fire lights your cheeks ablaze and you have to turn your head away from him. It feels like you're on RuPaul's Drag Race getting judged on the dress you made but it looks like a ten-can special and a bottle of mid-life crisis. The embarrassment wants to conceal itself with a “Bitch you don’t look better!” retort, but your mouth is glued shut.

“With the way you’re slouched over, I don’t think I have a choice.” He sighs almost pitifully, who knows for you or himself. Even though he was the one who willingly started doing your tasks for you. After a second the tap stops, and then some shuffles of footsteps. They become louder until it stops. “Get up, you look pathetic.”

Get up?

Without realizing it, at some point your body went dumb and slid itself onto the floor. It was a relief to be off your feet and to let your body rest but at the same time,, you can’t remember the last time these floors said hello to a mop and pine-sol. Oh boy. Good thing today is wash day.

“Can’t.”

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow and lets out an agitated breath. “The hell you can.”

“Can’t.” You repeat, throwing in a piteous whine, lifting up your arms so forcefully that he flinches back quickly. “Up.”

“(Name)…” The desperation in his voice is comical. He does not want to lift you like a child. “You are a grown woman, this is embarrassing for you.” He says it like multiple people are watching, a crowd to be sheepish around in your debilitation. You give him a look; eyebrows scrunched, lips upturned, and the worst case of stink eye. Your arms are still dangling limply in the air.

He hesitates for a second.

And another.

Then finally, he grabs you by the wrists, and for a second it feels like you’re flying. It seems as though he might have underestimated how much strength to put into the haul because after what feels like minutes in the air you go crashing into his arms.

“You need to take a shower.”

“And you need to change your clothes. Looks like you got shit on your pants.”

He maneuvers your arms first, throwing one of them over his shoulder while trying to keep you upright with his other hand. You were exhausted to the point where you couldn’t keep your eyes open, but not to the point where you couldn’t stand. You allowed yourself to fall limp to give him a hard time.

He struggles for a few seconds, panicking when you almost slip from his grasp. You can tell that he's nervous about holding you, the way his hands stutter trying to find a place to put them to hold you up. They move from your waist, to your side, to your stomach, finally finding its home in your belt loop. If that would’ve lasted any longer you would have just placed his hand wherever and told him to hurry the hell up.

“You don’t look any better,” you grab onto his left shoulder, holding the material in a tight grip because you do not trust Choi Beomgyu to keep you steady, “You got a little something…” there's a small smudge of coffee dust in the middle of his chest and you put your finger on it.

Beomgyu looks at you funny then at your finger, and after a moment a sly smirk plays on your lips.

What a dumbass.

With a slick flick of the finger you pop him in the nose. Effectively making him reel his head back in pain. “There.”

At his reaction you start to cackle loudly like a deranged person. You have to bend over to catch your breath, taking Beomgyu down with you. He tries to shimmy your hand off of his shoulder but you have an iron clasp, and after a moment he gives up seeing you aren't detaching yourself anytime soon. “Ow-! You bitch!”

There's an instant change of emotion. A sarcastic frown replaces the beaming smile. Beomgyu feels heat rising up his neck. For some reason, it’s not because he feels mad, but the way you're looking at him makes him feel…uncomfortable?

He’s unsure.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You reply, allowing him to drag you like a rag doll to the break table. A small school desk hidden behind an enormous ice machine that admits heat hotter than the Sahara.

“Nothing about you is considered ‘a lady’.”

“Girl fuck you.”

As you pass by the short hallway leading to the front a head peeks out of the main office. Tufts of black hair and wide eyes look around the corner towards Beomgyu (trying) holding you as you still cackle from the childish trick you pulled on him. The look on his face is indescribable, blank but definitely annoyed.

“Everything… okay out here?” Taehyun asks before he actually takes a good look at the two of you. After a second of staring he blinks, “Beomgyu, why are you holding (Name)?”

He points to you without looking and responds monotonously, “She’s going on her break now. Have Iseul take over for her in the meantime.” Taehyun nods and slithers back into the office without another word.

“Aww Beomgyu,” You coo, letting out a breath when he throws you into one of the two chairs, “You’re so sweet, you didn’t have to do this for me.” Your hand finds its way to his cheek, pinching the skin lightly like a grandma would a young child. Who knows why, but he allows it to happen a second longer, your face scrunched up affectionately as you mumble out praises.

He swats your hand away, rubbing at the reddened skin, “You’re right, I didn’t.” You frown again, “I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart.”

“You have a heart?”

He doesn't say anything in response. His hand connects with your forehead, pushing it back with enough force that it sends you backward, leaning against the wall. There's a shout at the register that you can’t quite make out, but by the way, Beomgyu takes a glance at you and then back towards the cashier and then runs off, you can only imagine that it's regarding you and the lack of clean cups up front. Man forget those cups. Your entire body feels sluggish and your brain feels insanely heavy. A nap sounds so good right now but you're not even halfway through your shift and still have 5 hours left to complete.

Somewhere in the conscious part of your mind, you make a mental note to change your hours.

If you remember.

You don’t know how long it's been since Beomgyu left you but at some point you began to doze off. Roughly around NREM 1 and 2 a voice abruptly breaks the silence, “Whipped cream or no whipped cream?”

A snort leaves your mouth as you jolt up, startled. “What?”

“Whipped cream or no whipped cream?” He repeats back, irritation lacing his words as he taps his foot impatiently as if he has anywhere else to be.

“Um…” You respond after a moment, still not coherently present, “Whipped…cream…?”

Beomgyu nods his head once and disappears again.

He’s so fucking strange.

Your relationship with Beomgyu has always been a little weird. From the beginning when he first joined the team he was this nervous ball of energy, always messing up orders and occasionally spilling coffee on customers. You had, obviously, given him shit for it because it’s not that hard to mess up a latte. To your surprise that nervous energy made him a good fast talker because it took you two days to finally understand the insults he spat back. The next shift you two had together was not… pleasant, to say the least.

It was mainly a game of cat and mouse, you’d say something to aggravate him and he’d respond, and vice versa. It was fun, it kept you on your toes and gave you something to look forward to every time you had to work. Having a job at a coffee shop always keeps you moving and a lot more times than you’d like, it makes you extremely exhausted. Unfortunately, like today.

However, despite not being completely present- it made you realize that this was the first you’ve interacted so…civilly with Beomgyu. Sure, there were a few back-and-forth in the last forty-five minutes but still. You were mainly known as enemies so the fact that he didn’t ditch you to fend for yourself and did some of your work was surprising.

The feeling of perspiration on your fingers immediately wakes you up again. When you open your eyes you find Beomgyu back in front of you. Hands wrapped around a medium iced latte that was covered in a mountain of whipped cream. And funnily enough- chocolate sauce.

You choose not to say anything about how he didn't mess up this time.

“What's this?”

“What does it look like, dipshit? It’s coffee.”

You ignored the comment, “Okay yeah, duh, but why?”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes and pushes the plastic cup to your hands. You don’t pick it up, “Look at you,” he starts, his eyes downcast towards the pool of water collecting on the table, “You can barely keep your eyes open. You work at a coffee shop, I thought you’d be smarter than this.”

You still don't pick it up.

Instead, you narrow your eyes at him.

“You poisoned this shit, didn't you?”

“Excuse me?” he crosses his arms defensively, “Why would I want to poison you?

You shrug, reaching up to toy with the straw. It looks so good. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Beomgyu lets a long exhale and aggressively pulls out the second chair, quickly taking a seat. He wastes no time grabbing on the straw and bending it slightly so it curves at the top and vigorously brings it to you lips. You pursed them and turned your head away, “I don’t wanna.”

“Stop acting like a child for a second and please drink. I am not your babysitter.”

“You probably spat in it.”

“I didn’t- you know what?” He hastily brings the straw to his own lips and takes a brief sip. “Mmmm- Mmm! Yummy! So good and no spit, Mmmm!”

You eye the drink and then his lips for a second indecisively before grabbing onto his wrist and bringing the drink to you. “Give me this, you freak.”

A pleased smile plays on his lips as he watches you almost down the entire thing in one sip. He doesn’t comment on how you still hold onto his wrist when you finished, or when you let out a satisfied sigh while staring at him…warmly?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why’d you make the drink?”

“Because you needed it…” he trails off but then adds, “And no one else can take the rest of your shift today so you need to wake up and do your job.”

You continue staring at him and Beomgyu can see the wheels turning in your head, then a burst of energy makes you sit up straight, pointing accusing a finger in his face. It wavers in the air as your eyes go to slits, trying to sniff him out. He tries his best to seem unaffected. There's a beat, and then, “You like me, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” He shouts a little too loudly and defensively for someone who doesn't like you like that. He really doesn’t-

“Helping me with my work, finding my stand-in, covering for me, making me a drink to feel better.” You list off on one hand, the other one still attached to his wrist. He tries to pry your fingers off but you’re stronger than a bull. He’s not going anywhere, “If you don't like me like that then it seems that at least you want to be my friend.”

-does he?

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hyukassubi · 7 months

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💞 On the lips 🍓

Pairing: Roommate!Beomgyu x reader (no prns used)

Genre: Fluff, lots of fluff.

Warnings: none!!

Synopsis: You come back home after a tiring day, Beomgyu showers you with love <33

Content: Hugs, kisses, tired cafe worker reader who isn’t very touchy, very very touchy beomgyu. Random highlighted words (mostly beomgyu's name) cuz I thought it was cute!!

Wc: 551 words <33

“Beomgyu, I’m back!” You half-yell through your listless voice, slipping your bag off your shoulders.

You had a boring day at the cafe today, barely anyone came. You had to see your friend, your roommate, Beomgyu. Just looking at his face makes your day, recharges your battery.

“Beomgyu?”

A symphony of footsteps arose, Beomgyu raced his way towards you. “(name)!!! I MISSED YOUUU!!!” And slung his arms over your shoulders.

You’ve had a couple roommates before him, but none of them were quite as touchy as Beomgyu. He hugs your shoulders when you come home, gently pinches the fingers of your free hand when you’re cooking your late night ramen, and, sometimes, he kisses your cheeks when he’s extra giddy.

Are you used to it? No.

Do you want him to stop? …No?

Do you like his forward display of affection? Your cheeks pinken at the thought.

You pat his back awkwardly, “I missed you too, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu takes your bag, hanging limp on the hook of your elbow, “Here, let me help with that.” A playful smile lights up on his face. “Even when you’re tired and drained, you’re still cute, you know?”

“Hah, of course I am. My skin is kinda dry though,” You stare into a mirror on the wall near the entrance, ”and my eyebags are darkening. I really need to fix my sleep schedule.”

Beomgyu wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he stares at your reflection, ”I’ll give you all the power hugs you need to recharge you again.” He squeezes your waist a little tighter.

“Awww, Beomgyu, you’re too cute.” You coo.

Beomgyu giggles, throat humming on your shoulder. “You’re way cuter. So much cuter.” He pecks you on the cheek-

Wait-

He… pecked you on the cheek.

Your face tingles, like you can still feel those soft, pillowy lips on your cheek. Beomgyu seems unfazed, cuddling into the crook of your neck, rubbing his face right there. Friends hug, but do they hug each other like this? Do they kiss each other on the cheek when the other is tired?

You gulp, talking in a low, whispy voice, “Beomgyu… you kissed me.”

His breath stops for a second, and then he chuckles. “So? What if friends kiss? That’s my way of showing you affection.” He closes his eyes and smiles, and then stops again, “… is it… too much for you?”

You think for a moment.

You don’t want more.

You don’t like physical affection. The goosebumps after a hug, the tingles after a kiss, they were all too much for you to handle. They bothered you.

But. Beomgyu wasn’t a bother. He never was, he never is. And… and maybe his kisses were okay.

“It is.” You reply, voice low and at ease. “It is too much, but you have my permission to… do it all again.”

Beomgyu stared at your reflection for a moment, a million thoughts looming on your face. He chuckled at that. “Do what all over again?”

Your cheeks fell into a light pink hue. “Kiss me.”

Beomgyu smiled.

He smiled wide enough to make his eyes frown.

He kissed you again, and this time, it was on the lips.

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yunniej · 4 months

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— cupid’s vacation

between stupid cupid and an idiot, though regular, human being, the lesser of the two evils would be… uhm… neither?

when our sweet little cupid beomgyu misplaces his magical bow and arrow, you, oblivious and somewhat clumsy, happen to pick it up after him. lo and behold, a panicked cupid comes, quite literally, knocking on your door. unbeknownst to the both of you, you had accidentally nicked yourself on one of the arrows prior. so when you meet his apprehensive eyes for the first time, you fall in love quickly, madly, and deeply.

PAIRING. cupid!beomgyu x fem!reader

CONTAINS. fluff. slight angst. strangers & idiots to lovers. mtba.

STATUS. ongoing

NOTE. dont question my world building.. Pleek :( Also its supposed to b like… spring in here .

A/N. lengthy summary oops 😭 & mini mlist bc idk how long this fic will b :3

day zero; cupid’s error (prologue!)

#☆ — sou writes #txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt x you #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x you

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biaswreckingfics · 4 months

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Merry Dancer

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Genre: Fae!AU, Angst

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of death/killing

Summary: Being captured by a fae was not in your plans. Especially when that fae is a member of the notorious Night Court. When a second fae attempts to steal you from him, the last thing you expect is to team up with your captor... That is until he tells you the only way to save your lives is to bind them together.

~ A part of the Thrill of the Hunt collab hosted by @cultofdionysusnet ~

A flash of green streaks past your closed eyes, causing you to jerk your head back into the wooden wall you’re propped against. Pain momentarily stuns you as you blink open your eyes and try to reorient yourself. A little ball of green light hovers by your face, watching you, and you almost get the sense that it’s laughing. However, you can’t be sure because the ball of light is incapable of communicating. You think. Looking past the glowing orb, you see its floating counterpart on the other side of the room, hovering next to him.

The fae that stole you.

The fae that’s currently rolling his eyes and shaking his head in your direction.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the wall, ignoring the painful twinge you initially feel. This is all bullshit. This entire predicament you’re in is pure and utter bullshit. You can’t believe you’ve let this happen.

The cry of an injured animal catches your attention. You whip your head toward the direction of the sound and spot something furry and low to the ground through the trees. Taking a few steps toward it, you cautiously approach the beige ball of fluff, carelessly stepping off the path.

The moment you get close, it darts deeper into the woods. Following it, you twist and turn through the trees until you’ve not only lost the animal, but you’ve lost the path you were walking on. In an attempt to find it again, you retrace your steps, but you’re so twisted and turned that you have no idea where you are.

Everything looks the same.

After an hour passes of you aimlessly wandering around, you plop down onto the forest floor and try to regroup. Walking around in circles isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to pull you deeper into the woods. Maybe you can climb up and get a higher vantage point to see where you are?

You glance up at the trees around you, quickly noting how thick they get the higher they go. You’d be able to climb, but seeing through the leaves and growth would be relatively impossible. Nixing that option in favor of keeping your strength, you give yourself a moment to rest.

What’d they say about moss growing on trees? It grows on the north side? It points to the north side? Ugh, you whine in frustration. Whose stupid idea was it for you to come out here and pick berries? You don’t even know which ones are poisonous and which ones aren’t!

A flash of yellow in your peripheral vision causes you to quickly turn, but it’s gone before you can see it. Finding it odd but not cause for alarm, you forget about it until you see it again. This time, it’s on your other side.

Slowly, you stand up and try to work it through your mind. It was probably a bird… or a butterfly. Something harmless. Though, when you see it a third time, you notice it’s… glowing? Furrowing your brows, you walk toward the tree you saw it dart behind. Just as you’re about to peek around the trunk at whatever it is, it pops out directly in front of your face.

Startled, you step back. The yellow - definitely glowing - ball of light flutters back and forth in front of your face. All you can do is gape at it as it flickers and hovers in front of you. There are no distinguishable features. It looks just like a light bulb but with less of a discernible shape.

Nothing about it seems dangerous or threatening, so you relax your posture. It’s actually kind of cute… You lift your hand up toward it to see what it does. If it’ll be cautious like a cat or throw caution to the wind. It moves just out of your reach, but as soon as you put your arm back down, it gets closer.

It’s not scared of you, but it doesn’t particularly want you to touch it, either.

A moment later, a second one pops out from behind a tree. Your eyes widen as you look between the two glowing orbs. What are these things, and why are they so cute?

A branch snaps behind you, and you quickly glance back. Nothing immediately catches your attention except for the fact that the woods lay silent. Not a single peep from a bird or scurry from a squirrel can be heard. It even seems like the trees have stopped swaying.

A creeping feeling of alarm crawls up your neck. You survey your surroundings, making sure not to move an inch. Something is out there. Your senses are screaming it at you, but what are you going to do? You can’t outrun a wild animal, and if it’s anything else…

One of the orbs circles your head, pulling your attention to it. When it darts behind you, you turn your head to follow it. The light is only feet away from you. The second ball is even further away into the trees. At first, you assume they’re scared of something, but as the light next to you moves closer, then further away, you realize something.

They want you to follow them.

Shuffling behind you has you whipping back around. This time, you spot a shadow disappear behind a tree. Deciding to take your chances with the lights, you take off after them.

They bob and weave through the trees as you follow them, but they make sure to never get too far ahead of you. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest while you run after them. A heady mix of exertion and fear causes the organ to slam into your ribcage.

Branches snap behind you, and though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back. A dark figure that you can only see for seconds at a time bounds behind you. Facing forward, you try to focus on your foot placement. Tripping and falling would be the same as offering yourself up on a silver platter.

The following minutes feel like the longest moments of your life. They seem endless, and your body is quickly growing tired. One infuriating thing you notice is that your follower is still well and truly there. It hasn’t given up, and it hasn’t fallen back, which leads you to a terrifying thought…

It hasn’t gotten closer, either.

Surely, if it was an animal, it’d have given up or gotten you by now. This thing feels like it’s playing with you. Like it’s enjoying the thrill of the hunt… Just like a fae would.

Almost as if it can hear your thoughts, the footsteps get closer, becoming quicker and gaining ground. You throw whatever energy you have left into your feet and try to run faster. It works for a moment, but then, your feet start to sink.

You have no choice but to slow down as the ground becomes wet and spongy. You consider carrying on, but your next step has your body sinking into the mossy ground. When you take another step, and the same thing happens, you debate the advantage of trying to dredge through, but that’s when you notice something.

Your foot is stuck, and it’s not just the one. They both are.

Panic claws at your throat as you try to get out, but it’s no use. It feels like you’re suction cupped to the ground. What the hell is this stuff?

“The bog? Really?”

A deep voice from behind you has your entire being frozen. Your follower… Somehow, you had almost forgotten.

“You know how much I hate this wretched stench.”

Confusion has you twisting your upper body around to face the being. Once you spot him, you have to work to keep your mouth from falling open. A man taller than you surveys the bog with distaste, but that’s not what has you in awe. It’s his appearance. With brownish-red hair and high cheekbones, the man before you has to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His eyes even appeared to sparkle in the rapidly diminishing evening sky. However, before you can get lost in his beauty, it dawns on you that he’s talking to someone.

Glancing past him, you don’t see anyone else, and bewilderment quickly grows. Who was he talking to? He clearly was –

The two glowing lights pass on each side of you, heading to the newcomer. You watch in silent fascination as they dance around his lithe body. He softly smiles at the lights, and you recognize the look of admiration on his face. That’s when it hits you. They’re with him… and they just led you into his trap.

Coming back to the present, you can’t help but think about how easily you were caught. It’s pathetic, really. You barely even put up a fight, and it’s embarrassing. You literally just followed two glowing orbs through the woods. Insert eye roll here.

When you open your eyes, you find the lights swirling around the fae. They bounce in a way you would almost describe as happy, but you’re unsure if they have feelings and emotions. All you know is that they like to be around the fae.

If you had to guess, you’d say they were a part of him or maybe he controlled them. Especially since the three beings appear to be connected. The lights, which were yellow when you encountered them, change color on a whim. Often when your fae captor seems to experience emotion.

When you first arrived at his home, something had greatly saddened the fae. You didn’t pay close attention, as you were looking for a way to loosen your bonds, but that’s when you noticed the lights were blue. Then later, when the fae had gotten pissed off at your incessant begging to be let go, they turned red. Since then, you’ve seen a myriad of colors floating around the room.

As of right now, besides the colorful moods, all you know about your captor is what you see. A tall, lithe body with pale skin. Dark hair that is swept over his forehead, and eyes the color of tree bark. You can’t get a grip on his voice because he barely speaks. The most you’ve heard from him is monosyllabic responses, and those were mostly to his lights.

You, on the other hand, he barely acknowledges. When you ask him what he wants and why he has kidnapped you, he only seems exasperated. A part of you isn’t even sure if he knows why he took you. It’s like he wanted the chase. He wanted to catch you and scare you, and now that he has, he has no idea what to do with you... or maybe he just plans on keeping you here forever like some living trophy. By your best guess, you’ve been here for nearly a week, and all those days have been you tied up in a corner, watching him and his lights.

There has got to be a way for you to get out of here. You’ve tested the bonds, though, and unless by some miracle you find something sharp near you, you don’t know how you’ll get out of them. Not to mention, you’re in the middle of the forest. If you did escape, he’d probably send his lights after you again. Actually, maybe he liked the chase so much, that’s exactly what he’s waiting for.

The sudden silence has you refocusing on the fae. His body, which has mostly appeared graceful, is suddenly tense and rigid. His entire being seems alert, nearly predatory, and you have a feeling this is exactly how he looked when he spotted you in the woods.

Someone – or something – must be near his home. While a small part of you feels hopeful that it’s someone who can help you, the logical part of you quickly squashes that feeling. No human would be out here. It’s not likely. What is likely is another fae is encroaching on his territory. Another threat.

The front door flies open, splintering wood into pieces that scatter all over you and the kitchen. You tuck your head, hoping to avoid the impact, but chunks of wood still smack into you. The next moment is pure chaos.

A brute of a fae enters your captor’s house. His golden skin is bright, making his muscles appear less defined, but you aren’t stupid. This fae is three times the size of yours. While the captor may have speed on his side, he’ll be no match for his challenger. Which means you need to figure out a way to get out of here before he discovers you tied up like a stuffed pig.

Searching the broken pieces of wood around you, you find a splintered piece with sharp and jagged points by your toes. You immediately start scooting it to you with your bound feet. Once it’s close enough, you pick it up and find an angle that works for your tied hands. Gripping the piece tightly, you begin to saw at the rope and vines holding you securely in place.

The sound of two bodies colliding causes you to flinch, but you refuse to look away from your task. The grunts and commotion of things breaking cause your panic to heighten. You push at your ties with every ounce of strength you have, and nearly cry with relief when a vine breaks.

The two fae fight mercilessly with each other, holding nothing back. Glass shatters somewhere near you as a lean body goes sailing past. You pause in your work long enough to find your captor on the floor and the brute approaching you. A cry leaves you as you quicken your pace. Realization hits you that you’re the reason the fae broke in here.

Suddenly, a lithe body launches through the air, and your body deflates with relief. Another vine around your ankles snaps, leaving only a half-frayed rope left. With renewed determination, you work at that rope until it falls apart.

Free, you jump up from your spot and run for the door. The two are locked in such a heated battle that you’re unsure they even see your escape. As soon as you burst into the fresh air, you put all your focus into moving your feet as swiftly as possible. Ignoring the urge to look back at your dungeon or look around for help.

Nobody in these woods would help you. Your best bet is to run as far away as possible and then come up with a game plan.

About 100 yards into your running, a roar sounds out from behind you, causing your heart to thump painfully in your chest. A whimper escapes your lips, but you clamp your mouth closed to keep any other noises at bay. For some reason, everything in you is screaming that the brute is the one who made that noise, and that terrifies you more than anything.

Branches crash, and you quickly realize there isn’t enough distance between you and the cabin. He’ll reach you soon, and then you’re really screwed. Even though your sides cramp painfully, you push whatever little energy you have left into your run.

A streak of red flies past your vision before it suddenly stops. When a second red orb comes flying at it, you almost collapse with an odd relief. The lights. Your captor.

In any other circumstance, those words would terrify you, but if you had to choose between the two fae, you’re going to choose the one that hasn’t hurt you. Not the one that busted down a door and attacked another fae to apparently get to you. Devil you know, and all that.

The lights keep pace with you, giving you a sort of comfort. Even though you can still hear the fae behind you. For a moment, you wonder if it’s your captor chasing you, but then you remember how stealthy and quiet he had been the first time.

A figure suddenly appears before you in a flash of white light, giving you zero time to stop. You plow into his surprisingly hard body and look into the eyes of your captor, his hands reaching for your arms to steady you. He searches your face only for a moment before his eyes dart to the noise behind you. With furrowed brows, he grips you tightly. Then, there’s nothing.

It feels like you’re floating. Like you’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The only solid thing you feel is him. Then, it’s over as quickly as it started.

Once the earth is solid beneath your feet again, it’s like your vision all comes back at once. Your captor looks at you like he’s waiting for you to orient yourself. When he feels you’re good enough, he drops his hands and steps away. Taking a moment to look around, you realize you’re no longer standing where you once stood.

You’re still in the forest, and you would almost guess you were in the same spot except for two things. One, the crashing sound of branches snapping is no longer behind you. Two, there’s a small clearing just a few trees ahead. One you’ve never seen before. One you magically “poofed” to.

“Did we just teleport?” you ask, having heard whispers about the magic before.

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

His dry response catches you off guard, or maybe it’s the fact that he spoke at all. His voice is deep and soft and not what you expected. When he turns to face his orbs, you examine him.

His clothes are ripped from the brawl and dried blood cakes his hands. There are also splatters on his face and neck that you missed in the middle of your magical journey. Yet, he didn’t have any visible marks on him. Either he heals super-fast, or he fights better than you gave him credit for.

“Who was that?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask his name in the middle of him destroying my home,” he sarcastically responds before spitting out, “He was another fae.”

His monotone response causes a spike of irritation, and you grunt out a “No shit.”

Finally, he faces you, and you can see the spark of intrigue buried in his eyes. He cocks his head as he appraises you. “So, you do have bite after all.”

“Have you been waiting for me to throw sassy remarks at you while being tied up in your kitchen?”

“I was waiting for you to do something,” he shrugs. Freaking shrugs.

Pushing down your anger, you ask, “I suppose you’re waiting for me to do something now?”

“Actually, at the moment, I’m waiting to see if the fae can track us.”

That causes your anger to rapidly fade. You thought once you teleported, that was the end. The fae wouldn’t be able to follow you, and you’d only have to deal with your captor.

“Can he?”

“We’ll find out,” he says in the most bored tone you’ve ever heard.

We’ll find out. We’ll. Find. Out. You know what? You’re starting to hope your captor tries to abduct you again because you’re going to find the closest sharp object and stab him with it.

“I’m thrilled you’re so blasé about this.” When he completely ignores you, you consider kicking him in his long ass legs. “I’m guessing he was after me then? Since you two didn’t seem so friendly.”

“Really? You mean friends don’t burst through your door and start kicking the shit out of you? Weird.”

A shriek of frustration works its way up your throat. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“Then stop asking me questions.”

Without thinking, you step forward and do exactly what you were fantasizing about doing. Your foot connects with the side of his leg, causing him to grunt, but that’s it.

He looks down at his pants before his gaze travels up to your face. An eyebrow raises as he asks, “Is that really the best you’ve got?”

“I’m going to stab you.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Don’t get me excited.”

“You’re insufferable!”

He raises his arms to the side and says, “Welcome to the Oidhche Court.”

Oidhche. The Night Court.

Of course. Of course, it’d be a member of the Night Court that abducts you. The court that views humans as playthings. The unruly and unpredictable court that rarely ever plays by the rules. The true psychopaths of the fae world.

How lucky for you.

“I can tell by your face that you’ve heard of us.”

“Of course, I have. They tell us horror stories about your kind to scare the children.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Though I must admit… You haven’t seemed entirely deranged so far.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please, human. Tell me more of what you know about the fae.”

Exasperated, you turn away from him and start walking away. Your eyes spot the clearing, and you make a clear march towards it. Even though you know he has zero intentions of letting you go.

“I wouldn’t put yourself out in the open like that,” he calls after you.

“Why? Is a fae going to come and take me?” You throw over your shoulder. “Or better yet, maybe two of them will fight over me!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath, which would cause you to laugh in any other circumstance. Maybe a ghost of a smile pulls at your lips, but it’s quickly wiped when a flash of white followed by your captor stands in front of you, blocking your way.

“There are a lot of bigger and scarier things than me in this forest. I would tread carefully, human.”

You throw your hands up. “Well, are we just going to stand here? Are we waiting for that other fae to show up with open arms?”

He smirks at you, and you consider wiping it off his face when his lights – which you now notice are purple – begin swirling around the two of you. While you watch in confusion, you notice the fae is eyeing them with pursed lips.

“What are they?”

The fae glances at you before looking back at the lights. “They’re called Merry Dancers.”

When he doesn’t elaborate, you ask, “Are they sentient?”

“They’re a part of me,” he quietly says as he gazes at them with a look you can only describe as fond. “They were born with me, and they will die with me.”

You can’t decide if that is a beautiful or painful notion. The beings you love and cherish cease existing when you do… However, now it made sense why they changed colors based on his emotions. They’re an extension of himself.

“They’re cute.”

His nose wrinkles in disgust. “Nothing in the Night Court is ‘cute’.”

“Whatever,” you mutter as you watch the two dancers begin floating around each other. They bob and weave, sometimes clashing like they’re playing together. That’s when you decide that the word “merry” fits them perfectly. They seem downright joyful. Even going as far as to give you a warm feeling in your chest.

“So, what are you called then?” You turn to the fae.

“I thought you knew all about us in the Night Court?”

Shaking your head, you decide you don’t care. You’ll just keep referring to him as your captor. You’re unsure why you’re even trying to get him to talk in the first place. The thought of making him feel empathy for you dwindles every time he opens his mouth.

“I am what is called a Candela,” he offers. “I’m a creature of light and shadow, but you can call me Beomgyu if you must.”

Immediately, you begin wracking your brain for information about Candelas, but nothing comes to mind. You recall hearing about a being that can traverse both this world and the Shadow World because of their powers, but whether that’s him or not, you have no idea.

“Well, Beomgyu, is there any way that we can stop this fae from coming after me? Unless you plan on giving me to him when he shows up?”

His nostrils flare as he growls out, “You. Are. Mine. No other fae is allowed to touch you.”

You take an involuntary step back as his eyes darken to a blackness that is entirely void of light. He looks animalistic. Purely a predator. Then, you remember how territorial fae become over their property, which is exactly what you are now.

“Okay,” you quietly respond before taking a deep breath. You have no plans of staying with him, but you certainly aren’t going to let some other fae take you, either. For the time being, your partners. “So, how do we stop him?”

It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but when he does, he says, “There are only two ways to stop him. I kill him, or the two of us bond our lives together.”

You open your mouth to ask, but he quickly cuts you off. “I would rather die than bond to a human, so that’s not an option.”

That’s fine with you because there’s not a single part of you that wants to be bound to a fae for the rest of your existence, but the other option didn’t quite work either. “I thought it was against your laws to kill each other?”

Beomgyu’s smile is feral. “I’m a member of the Oidhche Court, remember? Do you think I give a fuck about rules?”

While the Night Court’s attitude strictly leaned toward “screw the rules and screw you”, you knew they adhered to the laws just like the other two courts did. They may actively dislike them and find loopholes around most things, but they’re not going to outright break the law.

“While I’m sure you don’t, I know most of you will hesitate to break them.” You stubbornly jut out your chin like you know you’re right, but it’s a bluff.

“There you go thinking you know everything about the fae again.” He rolls his eyes, and you glare at him.

“Fine. Kill him. I don’t care what happens to you.”

Beomgyu smirks. “Thank you for your blessing.”

Though a dozen snarky comments work their way through your mind, you keep them to yourself as he turns toward his dancers. You watch as the two brightly colored orbs begin to dim and blend into the surrounding forest. When they both shoot off in different directions, you send Beomgyu a questioning look.

“They’re searching for safe areas.”

A brow raises. “You sent them to do recon?”

The corner of Beomgyu’s lips tilt up. “They’re here for more than just looking pretty. They serve a multitude of purposes.”

“How do you know what they’re doing or where they are?”

“I can feel them,” he says as he closes his eyes and focuses.

Silently, you watch him as he does whatever it is he’s doing. His brows furrow once or twice, but mostly, he stays still. After a couple minutes pass, a smirk breaks out on his face, and he opens his eyes.

“The fae is – “

Beomgyu’s eyes widen a fraction of a second before he drops to his knees, yelling in agony. Startled, you drop to your knees with him and try to figure out what’s happening. Are you under attack? Did someone get him from behind?

His body falls the rest of the way to the ground. Once he’s flat, he curls into the fetal position, and you take a couple of seconds to scan his backside. It doesn’t look like he’s injured, so what the hell is happening?

With a contorted face, he rocks on the ground, making sounds somewhere between a groan and a whimper. If you weren’t in the middle of the forest - where anyone could attack you - you’d take a moment to process your shock of seeing one of the strong, otherworldly fae in such a vulnerable state, but you don’t have the time. He needs to keep you alive. At the moment, he’s all you have to keep you safe from the other fae.

“Beomgyu? What’s happening?” You ask as you hesitantly reach for his shoulder. His entire body shakes under your touch. “How can I help you?”

It takes him a couple of tries before he gets out, “You can’t”.

A dim blue ball of light flashes past your vision and comes to rest on top of Beomgyu’s side. In the near week you’ve been with the dancers, you’ve never seen them rest once. They’re always zipping around like little balls of energy. This is the first time you’ve seen one so dim and lifeless, and a horrible thought strikes you.

The feeling emanating from the pair… The blue light of the dancer and Beomgyu’s near crippledness… The fact that the second dancer is nowhere to be seen leads you to one heartbreaking conclusion.

The other Merry Dancer is gone.

... To be continued.

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atinystraynstay · 3 months

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Butterflies - Choi Beomgyu

Synopsis: Experiencing love for the first time is a magical thing. And college was all about experiencing a series of firsts. For Beomgyu though, it was the most terrifying concept. Yet, when it comes to how Beomgyu feels about you, he was ready to conquer his fears.

Pairing: College Student!Choi Beomgyu x reader

Genre: first love, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.4k

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"What are you doing?" Taehyun asked, peering over Beomgyu's shoulder. Quickly, Beomgyu covered this notebook from the peering eyes of his best friend.

"N-Nothing," Beomgyu quickly responded. "Bullshit! Let me see."

Taehyun tried his best to reach for the pile of papers but Beomgyu did a good job at playing defense. If only he noticed Kai by his side who was able to snatch the notebook from underneath him.

"Hey! Give it back," Beomgyu whined.

He was about to pop up and chase after Beomgyu, but Kai already began reading out-loud the written words. Kai's voice called to attention Yeonjun and Soobin, who soon found themselves wondering over towards the living room. Beomgyu just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.

"Oh, does our little Beomgyu have a crush?" Yeonjun teased. He approached his younger friend and ruffled his hair playfully.

Beomgyu was quick to swat his hand away before glaring. Yeonjun quickly took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender.

"So what if I do? What's the big deal?" Beomgyu muttered. If only the couch could swallow him whole at this moment. "It's not like anything is going to even happen anyways."

The other four boys all looked towards their friend. Their eyes were wide. Soobin was definitely questioning if he had heard Beomgyu correctly. Taehyun, his closest friend out of the group, took a seat next to him on the couch. Yeonjun had taken a seat to his other side as Soobin and Kai placed themselves in front of Beomgyu.

They had never encountered this side of Beomgyu before. He was always the friend that offered advice when one of the other guys needed advice, especially when it came on how to approach someone they were interested in. So to hear that he had his own self doubt was a bit alarming.

In reality, it was easy for Beomgyu to give advice to his friends. At his core, he was somewhat of a hopeless romantic. He loved watching romance novels, for the plot he claimed, but also because it gave him hope of one day meeting a girl that makes him feel like the main character. He loved the cliches in songs and poems. Beomgyu often took the lessons he learned from film and other forms of media in order to help friends sort through their dilemmas.

He had just never experienced a love that powerful before. Sure, he might have had a crush here and there, but he never took them seriously before. They would normally fade after a week or so.

This time was different.

"Gyu, what are you talking about? Why would you think that?" "Because I know nothing will happen! She's far too good for someone like me."

Kai and Yeonjun looked at each other with concern. What was going on in their friend's mind? How could he not see how amazing he was, both as a friend and as a partner for someone? Soobin looked at Taehyun, letting him take the lead to ease Beomgyu's concern. If Beomgyu had to listen to someone, it would be Taehyun. "Is this about y/n?" He asked outright. "Why would this have anything to do with her?!" Beomgyu was both impressed by his best friend's sleuthing skills but also terrified that his crush had been outed so easily. All the guys knew of you. You were constantly working with Beomgyu on class assignments, but they didn't know much about you other than that. Now, it was starting to come together. "I'm going to take that as a yes," Taehyun chuckled lightly.

All Beomgyu could do as a response was throw his head against the back of the couch and let out a loud groan in frustration. It was then the concern on his friends' faces turned into smirks as they watched how red Beomgyu had turned in a matter of seconds. "Wait," Yeonjun called out. "Is y/n the one who works at the coffee shop?" "No, she is the one that Gyu is always meeting up with at the coffee shop," Kai proudly proclaimed. "So she's the one that he sits beside in their Poetry class?"

"Do we have to keep talking about her?" Beomgyu asked, a slight whine in his voice. His friend group was notorious for teasing one another, but he prayed this one time that they might spare him.

"Yes," the other four said in unison which caused Beomgyu to groan again. "Or at least we can conceive some sort of plan to help you," Taehyun offered.

This finally peaked Beomgyu's interest. Slowly, Beomgyu sat up correctly with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm listening," he muttered. He would be lying if he said his stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of getting an inch closer to breaking the barrier from friends to lovers.

"Here's what is going to happen," Taehyun began.

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Everything was set into place. There is no way Beomgyu could mess this up. But to make sure it all went according to plan, the four others had situated themselves at the opposite end of the cafe. To everyone, it looked like they were just four studious guys trying to finish their degrees.

Yet, Beomgyu couldn't help but look over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being too obvious. It didn't help when he made eye contact with them, they all shot him a thumbs-up. I hate them.

You weren't a predictable person. You had your moments were you craved to be around other people, surrounded by loud noises and flashing lights. He knew Fridays would be a guarantee of catching you out of frat row. But he didn't want to make a move where you might forget about it.

There were times though during the week you'd like to retreat to your dorm and ignore the world. You valued your alone time, which shocked him as he got to know you. There was hardly ever a time you said no to someone. Unless you had a study or a paper due.

The one consistency in your life was your love for an iced coffee and blueberry muffin. It was something that helped motivate you to study, but also something that could heal your soul.

Today was one of those days where you could use a little tender, love and care.

To be fair, Beomgyu hated Taehyun's plan. It involved you getting let down. You were such a considerate person, so Beomgyu hated anytime you felt betrayed. Yet, he knew Taehyun wasn't doing this maliciously. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Beomgyu to swoop in as if being your knight in shining armor. Still. Beomgyu hated the fucking plan.

Taehyun had texted you saying you wanted to do something special for Beomgyu's birthday next month. Of course, you said yes. You knew all the guys, and would do anything for any one of them. Especially Beomgyu. He had become such a prominent role in your life that you actually felt honored that to be included in the planning of his special day. Taehyun then said he would meet you at the coffee shop at 6:30pm, after his evening lecture.

However, he sent you a text at 6:31 saying that he had planned everything already so there was no need to meet up. Truthfully, you loved getting the opportunity to make someone's day special, whether it be a big or small occasion. You felt hurt that not only did Taehyun take full control, but that he decided to cancel last minute. What was the point in texting you in the first place then if he was just going to turn around and do it all on his own?

Cue Beomgyu.

I hate you, Taehyun.

His heart was shattering as he saw the sight of you. Your head was down as you seemed to be focused on writing down either notes or even poetry lines, a habit you picked up from the class. He could still tell you were upset by the way you were hunched over.

The coffee shop you two frequented never announced customer names, just their orders. Your stomach grumbled when you heard someone had ordered your usual. Lucky bastard.

You would write a few words in your notebook, but then quickly cross it out in black ink. Nothing was working out, nothing made sense.

"Maybe this could help?"

The voice that spoke out to you caused your heart to race. Could I just be hearing things? You looked up slowly, not wanting to get your hopes up too much. Yet, you couldn't deny the smile that curled onto your face.

Beomgyu stood in front of you, one coffee cup close to him but the other gently being placed in front of you. "BVC" was written on the cup, a blueberry vanilla chai. The order previously called out made you seethe with slight jealousy. You had no idea Beomgyu would even be here.

"My knight in shining armor!"

Beomgyu chuckled as he went to shrug off his jacket. He placed it on the back of the chair in front of you. It made you smile a bit wider, cheeks beginning to ache, as you realized he was actually staying.

However, what took you by surprise was the way he didn't pull back the black metal chair. Instead, he slid in next to you in the booth portion of the table. Your eyes widened slightly, a pink hue coating your cheeks. No matter how hard you wanted to conceal it, Beomgyu noticed and boy, did it make his ego soar. There were always murmurs, mainly from the four guys, that you could like him. He always denied it, but the slight confidence was now making him lean into the theory.

"How did you even know I would be here?" You asked softly. "Please, y/n. This is your favorite place to go after classes, especially when it has been raining off and on all day. You aren't ready to go home quite yet because you are a cliche who loves rainy days. You wanted to be somewhere you could get work done but also get lost watching the rain."

It was a lie. A little white lie. Maybe one day he would confess to the crime he was committing, but right now, he just couldn't get over the shimmer in your arms. Did he actually make you that happy.

You couldn't confide the truth in Beomgyu why you were here. Not when his surprise birthday party was on the line. All you could do for now was nod your head in confirmation.

"Well, it's definitely better now that you are here." "Oh really? Tell me, sweet girl. How can I make this evening even better? Or is having me right where you want me enough?"

The pep talk from Yeonjun was paying off. The words were falling off of Beomgyu's lips with ease now.

You were staring at him at shock. This wasn't the Beomgyu you knew. The guy who could trip either over his words long forgotten. This was a new man who knew his next response before you could say anything.

There was no doubt that you had feelings for Beomgyu. He made you feel the cliche butterflies you read about in romance novels. He gave you hope that maybe the authors weren't just exaggerating when they described love as making you warm and fuzzy because Beomgyu made you feel that way daily.

Yet, he was your best friend. You never wanted to jeopardize that by the rush of emotions you felt. To be honest, you were confessed at first the only reason why you thought of Beomgyu romantically was because he was the first guy to give you validation rather than just attention. He treated you kindly without expecting something in return. Unless you ate his last snack. You thought it was something you'd grow over time.

However, here you two were. You were sitting in the booth, staring at each other. The music, the conversations of people around you faded out. All you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.

The only thing that brought you back to reality was the feeling of his arm wrapping around your shoulders. His free hand resting on the table, but fingertips strategically placed close enough to brush yours. Does he fucking know I like him?

"Because let's be honest here. We both have been trip-toeing around the idea of us. I don't know about you, y/n, but I'm tired. I want to play a different game."

Your head tilted slightly, confused what he could mean by game. Beomgyu honestly was a intriguing man, so you naturally were inclined to learn more.

"I'm tired of competing with other guys to try to get you to see I could be the one for you. I want to be the only one. Why don't you give me a chance to prove it to you, once and for all?" "And you think a blueberry vanilla chai could win me over just like that?"

Now it was Beomgyu's turn to become fluster. His eyes widened as he retreated a bit, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Was he being too presumptious? Did he say too much?

There was the Beomgyu you knew.

Before he could over a rush of apologizes, you giggled. His mouth that was opened quickly closed. Your hand now rested on top of his, squeezing his hands comfortingly.

"There's nothing I would love more, Gyu. Why don't you pick me up for dinner tomorrow night? Something proper because right now, I really don't want to leave our favorite spot."

His arm slightly tightened around you, pulling you in closer. His heart couldn't settle just once as he realized this was actually happening. And that his best friends were actually right for once.

"Sounds like a date," he whispered.

His lips were pressed gently against your forehead, but he quickly pulled back once he heard cheers erupting from the other side of the cafe. His eyes widened as he didn't even have to look over to know what who was behind the interruption.

Yet, you didn't. You raised an eyebrow and glanced over your shoulder, staying close to Beomgyu. His fingers caressed your shoulder, almost as if he was trying to keep himself grounded rather than going over to yell at his four friends.

His four friends who were right all along, and were celebrating their victory by whistling and clapping for the two of you. Which caused everyone else at the cafe to look over in direction.

You blushed again, not expecting all the attention. Your face buried into Beomgyu's neck as you erupting into a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at you endearingly.

Thanks, guys. Seriously.

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saursoob · 4 months

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CHOI BEOMGYU - “starry eyes forever”

SYNOPSIS AND MENTIONS: goofy/random texts w beomgyu, beomgyu x fem reader, use of “😏” as a joke, mentions of barbie, league of legends, jinx, 25 21 and cas 💝

AUTHORS NOTE: I AM SO SLEEPY MAKING THIS HELEPEP so sorry if there’s grammar mistakes ‼️

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hannie-dul-set · 7 months

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THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF.

p — CHOI BEOMGYU x gn! reader. g — humor, fluff. w — swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing but that's nothing new with my recent works. 1.6k words.

note — inspired by this post. i'm supposed to be studying rn.

everyone in your department knows that choi beomgyu is not to be trusted.

no, it’s not like he scams people with overpriced products on the university buy and sell forum. he doesn’t give you wrong answers during tests to fuck you over. he isn’t seeing multiple people at once behind their backs like a shitty fuckboy, either.

but when choi beomgyu tells you that there’s a buy one take one promo at the coffee shop near campus, you should probably think twice before rallying your friends over because of your shared coffee addiction. it’s the reason why hueningkai showed up to a department party last month wearing a penguin costume when the theme was business-casual. it’s the reason why choi yeonjun sends a string of curses to the group chat bi-weekly because he’s told that there’s a quiz today, only to arrive at an empty classroom.

it’s all harmless. it’s all fun and games and for a good laugh— but nevertheless, everyone knows to think twice before listening to the honeyed words that fall from choi beomgyu’s mouth. the problem is, the bastard is charismatic and he knows it. “he’s weaponizing his pretty face like a motherfucking gun,” you mentioned to soobin one time. so even if people are ware that he’s slimy little bitch that likes to fuck around a lot, they still listen to what he says. even when in doubt.

well, they’re all fucking stupid.

“hey, let’s compare hand sizes!”

and you refuse to be branded as a gullible idiot, too.

“what?”

the sandwich you’re having for lunch suddenly feels dry on your tongue. “gimme your hand,” he insists, and you narrow your eyes at him. what...what the fuck is this bastard trying to do? “i wanna know whose is bigger.”

now, that’s a familiar line. it almost made your heart flutter when he’s batting his eyes at you so expectantly with that pretty face of his from across the cafeteria table, the fingers of his right palm outstretched and ready to catch yours upon your consent.

almost. but there’s no way in hell you’re humoring his dumb ass.

“sure,” you respond. and, after wiping your lips with a napkin, offer out your open palm for him in the air.

his face brightens— a tiny smile pulling at his lips.

beomgyu reaches out for your hand. before he can press his palms against yours, you quickly fold it into a middle finger.

it’s almost funny how his expression quickly tumbles into despair.

“eat shit, motherfucker.”

you clean up your tray and leave your dumbfounded friend behind. you have no idea what his intentions with that was, but you aren’t risking making a fool out of yourself at the suggestion that beomgyu might be trying to (pathetically) hit on you. he’s probably just concocting some more mischief— especially since you’re one of the people he has yet to victimize with his dumb jokes.

so you’re not surprised when he makes another attempt. but what you don’t understand is why he keeps trying to hold your hand.

“booooring. this class is so boring.”

he’s sitting next to you inside the lecture hall. so far, not that out of the ordinary. you do your best to catch up with your professor’s discussion, but from the corner of your eyes you see beomgyu finally giving up and melting his head into the desk, burying his face into his arms. “this sucks,” he muffles, before craning his head and you can feel him staring at you from below. “aren’t you bored?”

“i’m trying to pay attention, beomgyu.”

“pay attention to me,” he whines. “i’m bored. let me scribble on your hand to pass—”

“please shut the fuck up.”

at some point, it’s starting to confuse you more than annoy you. all signs lead to a boy simply trying to get the attention of his crush, but this is choi beomgyu you’re talking about. you just can’t trust him. not even when he always tries to follow you around in the hallways. not even when he drops a warm latte at your desk every 7AM class.

“i know how to do palm reading. do you wanna—”

“i’m not superstitious,” you immediately put up your shield to his spear. “thanks for the coffee.”

you really don’t understand him.

“there was a hit and run incident yesterday. you should hold onto me just to be—”

“red light. let’s go.”

you seriously don’t fucking get him.

“aaaah! i’m falling! grab my hand, i’m falling to my death!”

what the hell is he trying to do?!

“beomgyu, it’s a four-foot deep pool,” you deadpan, face flushed and it’s definitely not just from the heat of the sun. he perishes into the water with a splash. my god, what’s going on with him? you shake your head, trying to ward off an incoming headache.

really. if this wasn’t beomgyu doing this shit, you’d be a hundred-percent convinced that he’s trying to make a move on you. that he likes you and is trying his stupidest to catch your attention. but it is beomgyu, and everyone knows he can’t be trusted unless you want to be laughed at. being this week’s joke isn’t on your bucket list. so no matter how many more attempts he’s going to make, you will be impenetrable. you will not be fooled.

“hey.”

that is until he shows up all serious in front of your classroom the next week.

students are pouring out from the door, and you’re a heavy obstacle from their rush to go home because for some reason, choi beomgyu is there— also obstructing the traffic flow in the hallway.

“what is it now?” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the worryingly large bouquet he has in his arms. “are your hands cold? do you want me to hold them to keep you warm?”

“that would be nice,” he replies. you seriously want to hit him. “but, no. that’s not what i’m here for. i decided that it might be best to stop asking for your hand because you might actually punch me this time.” this is a public area, you’d like to remind him. and that dangerously constructed statement of his is eliciting murmurs from the passersby surrounding you. you feel your face flush.

“if you phrase it like that, people are going to get the wrong idea.”

“let them misunderstand, i don’t really care,” he shrugs. “what i care about is clearing up the misunderstanding between you and me. i don’t think we’ve been on the same page for the past few weeks.”

you furrow your brows. “what are you getting at?”

“taehyun told me that you think i’ve just been fucking around with you,” he says. “and i have to admit that i definitely have nothing to blame but myself and my reputation. but i want to tell you that i have been seriously, seriously serious about you.”

“sure,” you snort. “i definitely trust you, beomgyu.”

he frowns. “dammit, taehyun was right. you really don’t trust me.”

what did he expect? for the past year and a half that you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but unserious and troublesome. beomgyu brings mischief wherever he goes and you don’t want to make a misstep and be caught in that shitstorm— not even when your heart is racing a little too fast for comfort at the moment. not even when those flowers actually look really pretty.

“but i expected this. i’ve come prepared,” beomgyu tells you. what is it this time? you exhale. had he been normal, you might’ve trusted him at his first attempt to shoot his shot with you. “i’ve come to the conclusion that in order to get your trust, i need to stop messing around with everyone. and that begins with being completely, absolutely, unapologetically honest.”

again, this is a public area. people are staring and you’re starting to get a bad feeling.

“i’m in love with you.”

holy shit.

“i’ve been in love with you ever since taehyun introduced us to each other, i think.”

there’s fire somewhere.

“that was over a year ago!”

that somewhere is your face.

“yeah, and?” he raises a brow. “that means i’ve liked you for over a year. i can do the math. i’m not stupid.” you want to throw yourself into a ditch and die.

“beomgyu, tell me you’re kidding.” not even your hands can fan out the inferno overtaking your face right now. somehow, there’s a lot more people around you than you remember, and while you’re suffering from a sudden onslaught of unprovoked feelings, beomgyu looks relatively unfazed. “you can’t be serious. if you’ve liked me for that long, then why haven’t you done anything until recently?!”

“funny story,” he starts. there is nothing funny about this at all. “i didn’t think i had a chance until soobin hyung told me you thought i was pretty the other week.”

soobin, that fucking rat.

the context wasn’t even a positive one! you said he was using his pretty face for evil!

“i—”

like what he’s doing now.

the words get stuck in your throat when you notice that beomgyu actually looks earnest. he’s not smiling or laughing— but patiently waiting for you to say something in response. your mouth is dry. your ribcage is shaking. it doesn’t fucking help that there’s three dozen people watching the scene unfold. couldn’t he have chosen a more appropriate place to pour his fucking heart out?

“you know what, let’s go.”

it’s an act of impulse. you quickly grab him by the hand and lead him away from the crowded hallway with hurried steps. “damn,” he says, trailing from behind you. “i didn’t have to try and convince you this time.”

what’s ironic is that this is the most honest you’ve ever felt of him. his palms are clammy and slipping through your fingers. he’s making jokes, but his desperate squeeze is telling you more than what he’s actually saying. “everyone knows to think twice before listening to me. but everyone also now knows that i’m pretty much in love with you, so that’s a win for me.”

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songbirdseung · 5 months

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younger / choi beomgyu

song recommendation: younger by ruel

non-idol!beomgyu ~ childhood friends to lovers? ~ angst / wc: 4k

(dont be a silent reader, comment and let me know what you think about the story~~)

You and Beomgyu would roam the nighttime streets together, hidden from the watchful eyes of unaware parents. The glow of the television, coupled with the stubborn persistence of bedroom lights, painted a canvas of secrets. Yet, it's been ages since you last crossed paths, the innocence that once bound you together seemingly lost in the labyrinth of time. Beomgyu's absence left you in a void, the shadows deepening as he disappeared into the darkness of a park, a departure marking the irreversible shift in the dynamics of your relationship. The echoes of those nights linger, but the connection you once shared now stands as a mere silhouette of what it used to be—forever altered, and, regrettably, never to be the same again.

At the tender age of eleven, he departed without a trace, leaving you without farewells or explanations. In the quiet of the night, both sets of parents chose not to awaken you, and when dawn broke, your innocent request for a playdate with Beomgyu was met with the somber gazes of your own parents. They delivered the heart-wrenching news that he had relocated to another city, and in that moment, at the age of eleven, you found yourself mourning the abrupt loss of a best friend of nine years.

In the soft morning light that filtered through your bedroom curtains, you excitedly approached your parents with the anticipation of a playdate with Beomgyu. The sparkle in your eyes dimmed, however, as you were met with the unusual solemnity that hung heavy in the air.

"Mom, Dad, can Beomgyu come over today? We were going to play our favorite game," you asked, innocence radiating from your hopeful gaze.

Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared sorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mother knelt down to your eye level, her eyes carrying a weight that spoke of difficult news.

"Sweetheart," she began, her voice gentle yet laced with sadness, "Beomgyu has moved away to another city."

Your eyes widened, confusion clouding your face. "Moved away? But… why? He didn't even say goodbye."

Your father joined the conversation, crouching down beside you. "It happened late last night, and we didn't want to wake you. Your friend had to leave without saying goodbye, and we're so sorry, sweetheart."

A mixture of disbelief and aching sorrow settled over you. "But he's my best friend. Why didn't he tell me? Will he come back?"

Your mother wrapped you in a comforting embrace, her words soft as she explained, "Sometimes, people have to move for different reasons, and it's not always easy for them to say goodbye. We know how much Beomgyu means to you, and we're here for you, okay?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. The room that once echoed with laughter from shared adventures now felt empty, the absence of your dearest friend creating a void that seemed impossible to fill. As your parents held you close, the pain of losing Beomgyu settled into your young heart, and the innocence of childhood faced its first encounter with the bittersweet sting of change.

-- beomgyu's pov --

Beomgyu stirred from a restless sleep, the hum of the car engine and the rhythmic pattern of streetlights flickering through the window casting an eerie glow. Disoriented and sleepy-eyed, he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he glanced around the dim interior of the car.

"Where are we going?" he asked innocently, the excitement of a family trip bubbling in his voice.

His parents exchanged a glance, and his mother turned to him with a warm smile that held a hint of sadness. "Oh, it's just a small trip, sweetheart. A surprise for you and the family."

Beomgyu's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. "Really? That's awesome! Can't wait to see where we're going. Is Y/N coming too? I want to show them all the cool places!"

His parents shared a glance laden with a poignant understanding, their smiles masking a deeper sadness. "Ah, Y/N couldn't make it this time, but we'll take lots of pictures to share with them when we get back."

Undeterred, Beomgyu leaned back in the seat, his mind already racing with plans for the adventure ahead. "Sure, sure! I'll tell Y/N all about it when we're back. They'll be so jealous they missed out!"

His parents exchanged another look, a silent acknowledgment of the weight behind the words. As the car continued its journey through the night, Beomgyu's innocent excitement filled the space, unaware that the small trip he anticipated was a journey that would reshape the landscape of his life, leaving Y/N and the familiar streets behind in a bittersweet memory.

-- later, beomgyu's pov --

The car's engine sputtered to a stop as the first rays of dawn painted the sky. Beomgyu squinted at the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion etching his features as he realized they hadn't arrived at a hotel as expected, but at a house. His parents exchanged glances, an unspoken acknowledgment of the truth that had yet to be revealed.

As the car doors opened, Beomgyu caught sight of the numerous suitcases and boxes piled in the trunk — more luggage than any ordinary trip would require. A knot of realization tightened in his stomach, the pieces clicking into place like a puzzle he hadn't been prepared to solve.

"Mom, Dad, why did you lie to me?" Beomgyu's voice trembled as he confronted the truth, tears welling in his eyes.

His parents exchanged somber looks, the weight of their decision evident in their expressions. His mother crouched down to his eye level, her voice gentle but tinged with sorrow.

"Sweetheart, we didn't want to upset you. It's just that… we're not going back home this time. This is our new house," she explained, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Beomgyu's eyes widened, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "What do you mean, not going back home? What about my friends? What about Y/N?" His voice quivered, the fear of losing the world he knew becoming too real.

His father placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort him. "We know it's a lot to take in, Beomgyu. This is a new beginning for us. You'll make new friends, and Y/N will always be a part of your life, even if you're far away."

But the reassurances fell on ears deafened by the ache of change. Beomgyu felt the tears spill over, his heart heavy with the weight of leaving behind the familiar, the friends, and the home he loved. As the reality of the situation settled in, his small shoulders shook with the grief of a chapter ending, and the uncertainty of a new one beginning.

-- months later --

Months passed in the new city, and Beomgyu found himself navigating a different life. The bustling streets, unfamiliar faces, and new routines became the backdrop to his days. His heart yearned for the familiar comfort of the old neighborhood, especially the laughter and shared adventures with you.

Late at night, under the soft glow of a borrowed phone, he'd send short messages, tapping out words of longing. "Miss you. Wish you were here," he'd type, his heart pouring into each letter. The response, when it came, was a fleeting connection to the world he left behind. The distance stretched in both miles and melancholy, and he'd find himself staring at the moon, wondering if you were doing the same.

In the town left behind, you adjusted to a life that seemed to echo with the absence of Beomgyu. The familiar haunts became bittersweet reminders, each corner holding memories of laughter and shared secrets. The longing for your friend filled your days, coloring the mundane with a tinge of melancholy.

The borrowed phone became a lifeline, a precious connection to the friend who now felt galaxies away. "Hey, how's it going there?" you'd text, fingers tapping out words that carried the weight of missing someone. The brief exchanges were a lifeline, moments of solace in the midst of change.

The conversations were small, sporadic, and filled with the silent understanding that this was the best they could manage. "Remember the treehouse? I found a cool park here too," Beomgyu typed, trying to bridge the gap.

"I went to the movies last week. Missed having you there," you replied, the longing evident in the simple words.

Through these fragments of connection, a shared sentiment emerged — the ache of separation and the hope that someday, the miles that kept them apart would lessen, and they'd find themselves under the same moon again. The small texts became the threads that kept their friendship stitched together across the expanse that now lay between them.

The soft glow of the moon seeped through Beomgyu's bedroom window, casting a melancholy ambiance on the walls. Sulking in the quiet confines of his room, he couldn't shake the weight of homesickness that clung to him like a shadow. The dinner table downstairs, once a place of familial warmth, seemed like a world away.

His mother, attuned to the echoes of her son's melancholy, gently tapped on the door. "Beomgyu, sweetheart, dinner's ready. Won't you come down and join us?"

A muffled response, barely audible through the closed door, betrayed his disheartened state.

His mother sighed softly before stepping into the room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp revealed Beomgyu, curled up on the bed, a world of longing etched into his eyes.

She sat beside him, offering a tender smile. "What's on your mind, my love?"

His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon outside the window as he whispered, "I miss home, Mom. I miss Y/N, and I miss everything."

Her heart ached for him. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she said, "Change is hard, Beomgyu. I know it feels like everything's different now, but you're strong, and we'll get through this together. Dinner is waiting, but if you need some time, I understand."

His mother's understanding touch was a balm to his soul. Beomgyu turned to her, the vulnerability in his eyes reflecting the depth of his homesickness. "I just wish things could go back to how they were."

She pulled him into a warm embrace, whispering words of comfort. "I know, sweetheart. I know. Let's take it one day at a time, and who knows, maybe one day it will feel like home here too."

With a gentle squeeze, she left the room, allowing Beomgyu a moment to collect himself. The dinner table downstairs awaited, but in that fleeting moment, the warmth of his mother's embrace offered a comforting reassurance in the face of the unfamiliar world that now surrounded him.

-- years later, y/n's pov --

The years rolled by, carrying Beomgyu and Y/N into the realm of adolescence. In the beginning, the smartphones they now possessed became the conduits of their connection, trading messages filled with nostalgia, sharing snippets of their evolving lives. The threads of shared memories were woven into the digital conversations, creating a semblance of the camaraderie they once knew.

However, the inevitable currents of change started to pull them in different directions. New friendships blossomed, and the demands of their individual lives grew, leaving less room for the virtual bridge that once connected them. The exchanges became sporadic, a casual update here and there, their lives gradually filling with new faces and experiences.

Busy schedules and the excitement of forging fresh connections took precedence, and the once vibrant bond between Beomgyu and Y/N began to fray. The messages, once filled with the intimacy of shared memories, became sporadic echoes in a digital landscape that stretched between them.

As the years unfurled, the digital bridge that once connected them morphed into a mere echo of the past. The cadence of their lives, now pulsating with the rhythms of adulthood, left less space for the nostalgic conversations that once fueled their friendship. The bond, though not forgotten, transformed into a distant echo, fading in the background of the bustling lives they now led.

Y/N found herself standing on the precipice of an emotional crossroads. The once inseparable bond she shared with Beomgyu had become a delicate thread, and she desperately tried to hold on to the fragments of what they used to be. The shared laughter, the whispered secrets, and the warmth of their friendship seemed like distant echoes, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

"You and me were so, so close," she whispered to the quiet confines of her room, the weight of the words echoing in the silence. The ache of the growing distance between them pierced through her heart, a poignant reminder of what once was.

She had tried, oh, how she had tried. Late-night texts and calls filled with the essence of nostalgia were her attempts to salvage the connection that meant so much. But the responses were intermittent, the vibrancy of their conversations replaced by the echoes of unspoken distance.

And maybe that's what hurt the most—the realization that despite her efforts, the bond was slipping away. The fear she had harbored for years was materializing, and the once vivid landscape of their friendship was now a fading canvas.

"It's out of my hands," she admitted with a heavy sigh, as if confessing the truth to herself. The currents of life had taken them in different directions, and there was only so much she could do to alter the course.

"I've done what I can," she whispered, the weight of acceptance settling on her shoulders. The battle against the growing distance felt like an uphill struggle, leaving her with a sense of helplessness.

"So I just save my breath," she concluded, the resolve to hold on giving way to a bittersweet acknowledgment. The breaths she once saved for laughter, secrets, and shared dreams were now exhaled into the void of the changing winds. Yet, amidst the melancholy, a glimmer of gratitude remained—a gratitude for the moments they once shared and the indelible mark Beomgyu had left on her heart.

-- beomgyu's pov --

Beomgyu's phone buzzed once again, signaling another message from Y/N. He retrieved it from his pocket, eyes briefly flickering over the notification. The number of unread messages had reached a daunting 20, each one representing a fragment of a connection he once cherished.

Sighing, he pocketed the phone, the weight of the unread messages settling into the fabric of his jeans. The conversations with his new friends resumed, laughter and banter flowing effortlessly. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun became the focal points of his attention, their camaraderie echoing the dynamics he had found within this new circle.

Yet, beneath the surface, there lingered a subtle pang of guilt. He couldn't shake the awareness that Y/N's messages remained unanswered, a stark testament to the growing gap between them. The bond that once defined his world had become a distant memory, replaced by the vibrant energy of his current friendships.

As Beomgyu laughed and shared stories with his newfound companions, the buzzing phone in his pocket seemed to carry the echoes of a connection slipping away. The unread messages represented unspoken sentiments, a conversation that had faded into the background of the bustling life he now led. And with each passing moment, the distance grew, leaving Y/N's messages unanswered in the wake of the evolving chapters of Beomgyu's life.

The laughter of Beomgyu and his friends echoed through the room as they gathered for a casual hangout. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun were all there, their camaraderie filling the space with warmth. However, beneath the surface of the banter, Beomgyu carried the weight of unspoken concerns that had been haunting him.

"So, guys," Beomgyu began hesitantly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "There's been something on my mind lately."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as his friends turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting from playful to attentive.

"What's up, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Beomgyu took a moment before continuing, "It's just… I've been feeling kind of guilty about not keeping in touch with someone important to me. We used to be really close, but life happened, and now it's like we're drifting apart."

Yeonjun chimed in, "Is it someone from back home? Your childhood friend?"

Beomgyu nodded, grateful for the understanding in his friends' eyes. "Yeah, Y/N. We were inseparable, but now it feels like we're worlds apart. I've been avoiding their messages, and it's been bothering me."

Huening Kai leaned forward, offering a comforting smile. "It happens, Beomgyu. People change, and life takes us in different directions. It's natural to feel conflicted about it."

Taehyun added, "Maybe you should talk to them about it. It might help clear the air, and who knows, you might find a way to reconnect."

Soobin nodded in agreement. "Communication is key. If they mean a lot to you, they'll understand. And if not, at least you'll have closure."

Beomgyu sighed, a mix of gratitude and apprehension in his expression. "You guys are right. I've just been struggling with how to approach it. I don't want to hurt them or make things awkward."

Yeonjun placed a reassuring hand on Beomgyu's shoulder. "Take your time, but don't let it eat at you. True friends understand, and if they're meant to be in your life, they'll find their way back."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence as Beomgyu absorbed the advice of his friends. The weight on his shoulders felt a bit lighter, knowing he had a support system to lean on. As they continued their hangout, the unspoken understanding between the friends became a source of comfort in navigating the complexities of evolving relationships.

In the quiet hours of the night, Beomgyu found himself alone with his thoughts. The conversation with his friends lingered in his mind, urging him to confront the unease that had been haunting him. With a mix of determination and trepidation, he decided to reach out to Y/N.

He pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over the touchscreen. After a moment's hesitation, he dialed Y/N's number, memories of their countless conversations flooding back. As the dial tone resonated, his heart raced with anticipation.

However, instead of the familiar voice he hoped to hear, an automated system responded. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

A wave of disappointment and realization washed over Beomgyu. The connection, once a lifeline between them, had dissolved into the void of disconnected lines. The reality of the situation hit him harder than he expected, and he felt a lump forming in his throat.

He stared at the screen, grappling with the finality of the automated message. The untold words he had been holding back seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Beomgyu was left with the weight of unspoken conversations and the stark reality that the bridge connecting them had crumbled.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, the phone still in his hand. The ache of missed opportunities and lingering questions lingered in the air. In that solitary moment, Beomgyu found himself grappling with the bittersweet truth — that some connections, no matter how meaningful, were destined to fade into the echoes of what once was.

-- y/n's pov --

Deep in my heart, I felt the subtle ache of something irretrievable. The bond that once defined Beomgyu and me seemed to have reached its twilight, leaving behind an unspoken void. His number, once etched into the fabric of my contacts, now felt like a distant memory, and with a heavy heart, I decided to let go.

I knew that it's over, the unspoken chapters of our friendship sealed within the folds of time. The laughter, the shared secrets, and the camaraderie we once held dear now echoed in the corridors of nostalgia.

Deleted your number – a choice made with the reluctant acceptance that some connections were destined to dissolve. The mere absence of those digits felt like erasing a chapter of my history, a chapter that held the echoes of a friendship now lost in the folds of growing up.

So I can't call you, I thought, acknowledging the deliberate choice to distance myself. The yearning for the conversations that once filled the nights lingered, but the awareness that those calls had become echoes of a bygone era weighed heavily on my heart.

As the chapters turned, I couldn't help but wonder how we arrived at this point. The unspoken words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a friendship that had silently evolved into something unrecognizable. And as I navigated the complexities of growing up, the bittersweet realization settled in – some connections, no matter how cherished, were destined to evolve into wistful memories.

-- years later --

At the age of 22, Beomgyu and Y/N found themselves engulfed in the currents of life, their paths diverging with each passing day. The once inseparable bond that defined their younger years had become a distant memory, fading into the background of their individual journeys.

Life's demands, new friendships, and evolving priorities led them in directions that seemed worlds apart. The sporadic messages that once bridged the growing distance had become echoes in the expanse that now lay between them. The phone numbers, once etched into each other's contacts with familiarity, were now just digits in a sea of connections.

Beomgyu navigated the bustling waves of adulthood, his focus on the present and future. The laughter and camaraderie of his new friends became the soundtrack of his days, the memories of childhood adventures and shared secrets relegated to the recesses of nostalgia.

Y/N, too, carved their own path, facing the challenges and triumphs that adulthood presented. The places, faces, and experiences that defined their current lives seemed far removed from the shared landscapes of their past.

Y/N found themselves wandering through familiar streets, the city lights casting a glow on the pavement. The purpose of their visit was business, but amidst the meetings and obligations, a sudden wave of nostalgia led them to stroll through the old neighborhood where Beomgyu and they once shared countless memories.

On one of those down-time nights after work, Y/N decided to explore a local spot known for its charm. As they entered the venue, the familiar ambiance felt like a subtle echo from the past. And then, amidst the crowd, Y/N's eyes caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed vaguely familiar.

Squinting through the dim lights, trying to place the face. The realization struck, and a subtle gasp escaped their lips. There, in the midst of the crowd, was Beomgyu – someone they once knew so intimately but now felt like a stranger.

"I didn't even recognize you," Y/N admitted quietly, the passage of time etched on Beomgyu's features. The realization brought a strange mix of emotions – surprise, nostalgia, and an unspoken acknowledgment of the changes life had wrought upon them.

The atmosphere felt charged with the weight of unexpected encounters. Y/N couldn't help but find it kind of strange – the twist of fate that brought them to the same place at the same time, after years of drifting apart.

"Guess that people change," Y/N murmured, watching Beomgyu from a distance. The recognition was met with a pang of melancholy, a subtle mourning for the innocence of the past.

"But I didn't expect you to," they concluded, a quiet lament for the evolution of a connection that once felt unbreakable. In that moment, amidst the city lights and the gentle hum of the crowd, Y/N grappled with the unspoken complexity of seeing someone from their past in a new light.

Peeling her eyes away from Beomgyu, Y/N decided to immerse herself in the present moment, determined to enjoy her time in the city. As she glanced around, she noticed a friendly face beside her, and without hesitation, struck up a conversation with the person seated next to her – Taehyun.

Unbeknownst to both Y/N and Taehyun, the threads of their conversation began to weave together seamlessly. They laughed, shared stories, and delved into topics that transcended the boundaries of the past. It was a delightful encounter, the kind that happens serendipitously in the dance of city life.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu, scanning the room in search of Taehyun, couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. When his eyes finally landed on them, shock flickered across his face. He saw Y/N engaged in a lively conversation with Taehyun, a person he least expected her to be with.

For a moment, Beomgyu stood frozen, the realization sinking in. The person Y/N was conversing with wasn't just a stranger in this city; it was Taehyun, his friend. The friend who, unbeknownst to both of them, had become a part of this unexpected reunion.

The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Beomgyu navigated the currents of surprise and curiosity. His mind raced, contemplating whether he should approach and reveal the unspoken connections that lingered in the shadows of their past.

-- the next day --

The following day brought another unexpected encounter as Y/N found themselves in the same professional sphere as Beomgyu. Their respective companies were connecting, intertwining their professional worlds in a way that seemed almost fated. As the meetings progressed, the air buzzed with a tension that transcended the confines of business discussions.

Amidst the corporate chatter, Y/N and Beomgyu found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with unspoken history, the echoes of their past converging with the realities of the present. As the formalities of business unfolded, they eventually found a moment to step aside and talk, the weight of unspoken conversations hanging in the air.

"Tryna get in touch with you," Y/N began, their tone carrying a mix of frustration and longing. "I don't know where you've been."

Beomgyu met their gaze, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if acknowledging the echoes of missed connections.

"Have a conversation, but you'll never let me in," Y/N continued, a raw honesty punctuating their words. The years of distance and unspoken sentiments were etched into the lines of their expression.

"I've tried with you a thousand times," Y/N confessed, the weight of the past hanging between them like a heavy curtain. The frustration of unanswered messages and unspoken sentiments colored their words.

"Maybe I don't have to play the bad guy in the end," Y/N reflected, a plea for understanding. "Because I've been trying hard enough to be a better friend."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the unspoken tension hanging between them like a fragile thread. Y/N's words lingered, a poignant acknowledgment of the attempts to bridge the gap that had grown over the years. The business connections may have brought them together, but the weight of unresolved emotions hovered in the air, leaving them standing at the crossroads of what once was and what could never be again.

Beomgyu listened to Y/N's words, a knot forming in his stomach as the weight of their shared history became palpable. When Y/N finally paused, he took a moment before responding, his voice carrying a mix of regret and sincerity.

"I know," Beomgyu admitted, the weight of unspoken apologies echoing in his words. "I've been avoiding things, and I'm sorry for that. Life got complicated, and I let it push us apart."

Y/N met his gaze, a flicker of understanding mingling with the frustration. "I've tried reaching out, but it felt like you'd built walls. I didn't know where to find you anymore."

Beomgyu sighed, a heavy exhale of acknowledgment. "I messed up, and I should've been more open. It's just… things changed, and I didn't handle it well."

The air between them held a tense quiet, the unspoken words lingering in the space. Beomgyu gathered the courage to speak again. "Maybe we can't undo the past, but I want to try to make things right now. I want to be a better friend, Y/N."

As the weight of their shared history hung in the air, the conversation unfolded, carrying with it the potential for understanding, forgiveness, and the possibility of rebuilding a connection that had once been an integral part of their lives.

Beomgyu, sensing Y/N's reluctance, took a breath before speaking, determined to convey the sincerity behind his words.

"You don't know me like you used to," he acknowledged, recognizing the layers of time that had altered the familiarity they once shared. "You can leave, but I refuse to."

He saw the skepticism in Y/N's eyes, a lingering doubt that hung between them. Beomgyu continued, his voice steady, "You can tell me that I'm crazy, but I won't stop."

He could sense the hesitancy, the wariness in Y/N's posture. "And this won't make me," he added, the unspoken commitment to rekindle the connection they once had. "I know things have changed, and I can't erase the past, but I'm willing to try. We can navigate this together, Y/N, and maybe find a way back to what we once had."

The sincerity in Beomgyu's words hung in the air, a plea for a second chance, a chance to rebuild and redefine the connection that had slipped away over the years. The ball was in Y/N's court, and Beomgyu awaited their response with a mix of hope and determination.

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Red String

Paring: Beomgyu x Reader

Word Count: 1130

Summery: Beomgyu wakes up to find a peculiar red string attached to his finger. His friends can’t see it but they assume that the string is attached to his soulmate

Style: fluff, SFW, Friendship, Romance

Beomgyu woke up to a peculiar sight: a delicate red string, emanating a faint glow, was tied around his pinky finger. He reached out to touch it, but his fingers passed right through it as if it were an illusion. Puzzled and a little alarmed, he quickly got out of bed and sought the opinions of his bandmates.

"Guys, look at this," he said urgently, showing them his hand. But to his surprise, they all stared at him blankly.

"There's nothing there, Beomgyu," Soobin said, a hint of concern in his voice.

Frustrated and confused, Beomgyu turned to Taehyun, who seemed thoughtful. "I think I might know what this is," Taehyun finally said. "It's said that a red string like this is connected to your soulmate."

Beomgyu's eyes widened. A soulmate? He didn't know what to make of it.

Days passed, and the string remained, becoming a constant companion in his daily life. It seemed to react to his emotions, darkening and brightening at times. Then, at a fan sign event, Beomgyu noticed the string had turned a deeper shade of red.

"Taehyun, it's darker now," he whispered, a mixture of excitement and anxiety in his voice.

"That could mean your soulmate is near," Taehyun replied, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

As they met with their fans, Beomgyu's mind was elsewhere, constantly glancing at his pinky. Then, she appeared. A girl with a warm smile, approaching Taehyun first. Beomgyu watched her, feeling an inexplicable pull towards her. When it was her turn to meet him, he couldn't help but smile brightly, his heart racing.

But then he saw it – a red string on her pinky, identical to his. The strings stretched between them, unmistakably connected. His heart skipped a beat. She was his soulmate.

"Hi," she said shyly, her eyes meeting his. "I'm Y/N."

Beomgyu's mouth went dry. How could he explain this surreal connection? How could he tell her that fate had seemingly tied them together? Y/N's eyes widened as she noticed the string connecting her pinky to Beomgyu's. The realization hit them both at the same time, their hearts racing in unison. Their conversation, initially filled with the usual pleasantries, took on a new depth as they both sensed the extraordinary connection between them.

"So, you can see it too?" Beomgyu asked, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"Yes, I've had it for as long as I can remember," Y/N replied, her eyes not leaving the string. "But I never thought I'd actually meet the other person at the end of it."

Their talk continued, seamlessly shifting from casual topics to deeper, more personal ones. They laughed, shared stories, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.

As their time together was nearing its end, Beomgyu acted on impulse. He quickly scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and discreetly slipped it into her album. "I hope we can continue this conversation," he whispered, his eyes shining with hope.

Y/N nodded, a bright smile on her face. "I'd like that," she said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the fan sign event.

After the event, Beomgyu's bandmates gathered around him, their curiosity piqued.

"Beomgyu, was that..." Taehyun started, trying to find the right words.

"The girl with the red string?" Hueningkai chimed in, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Beomgyu nodded, a shy smile on his face. "Yeah, she could see the string too. We talked, and it felt like we've known each other for a long time."

"That's incredible," Soobin said, genuinely amazed. "It's like something out of a fairy tale."

"I noticed the way you two were talking. It seemed really special," Yeonjun added, patting Beomgyu on the back.

Beomgyu felt a warm glow in his chest. "It was. I gave her my number. I hope she texts me."

The others exchanged looks of excitement and encouragement. "This is just the beginning, Beomgyu. Who knows where this red string will lead you?" Taehyun said, smiling.

Later that night, Beomgyu's phone buzzed. He quickly picked it up, his heart skipping a beat. It was a message from Y/N.

"Hi Beomgyu, it's Y/N. I still can't believe what happened today. It feels surreal."

Beomgyu's fingers flew over the keypad. "Hi Y/N! I feel the same way. I've been thinking about it all evening."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they were continuing from where they left off at the fan sign. They talked about everything from their favorite music to their dreams and fears. Despite the physical distance, the connection felt tangible, the red string a constant reminder of the unique bond they shared.

As days turned into weeks, their relationship grew. They texted daily and soon started calling each other. Each conversation revealed new layers of their personalities, and the more they discovered about each other, the stronger their connection grew.

One day, Beomgyu suggested they meet up. "Would you like to go out for coffee with me this weekend?" he texted, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Y/N's reply came quickly. "I'd love to. It will be great to talk in person again."

The weekend arrived, and Beomgyu found himself at a cozy café, waiting for Y/N. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. What would it be like to sit across from his soulmate, to talk face-to-face without the barrier of a screen or a crowd?

Y/N arrived, and as soon as their eyes met, all nervousness melted away. They greeted each other with warm smiles, and soon they were chatting as if they had known each other for years.

"The string... it's still here," Y/N said, glancing at their connected pinkies.

Beomgyu laughed. "I think it's here to stay. It's a part of our story now."

They talked for hours, losing track of time. They shared stories, laughed at each other's jokes, and even delved into deeper, more emotional topics. It was a beautiful, unguarded exchange of thoughts and feelings.

As the day turned into evening, Beomgyu realized how comfortable he felt with Y/N. It was as if the string had not only connected their pinkies but their hearts as well.

"Y/N, I'm really happy we met. You've become a very important part of my life," Beomgyu said sincerely.

Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I feel the same, Beomgyu. I never knew I could connect with someone this deeply."

As they left the café, their hands found each other's, the red string a vivid reminder of their extraordinary bond. They walked together, not knowing what the future held, but certain that whatever it was, they would face it together.

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jungwnies · 1 year

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⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ choi beomgyu | s. safe for work a-z alphabet for txt's beomgyu ! | p. gn!reader x bf!beomgyu ! | g. romance, fluff, headcanon ! | wc. ~1.05k !

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ requested !

a » affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

i think he's very affection. he's very proud about it, and he's very loud about it. he shows you his affection every fuckin day

b » beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he's a good best friend, let's be honest. he's the bestest one ever. he's your shoulder to cry on, he's always there for you, and he's just a 10/10 friend. friendship definitely started in school, and from there it blossomed. it's giving high school sweethearts

c » cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

of course??? he's literally so touchy. i fear he's the big spoon!!! he will engulf you with no remorse fr

d » domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, at first he was like uhh idk but then he was like yes. he wants to marry you, and he will learn household chores just for you ^.<

e » ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

i think he'd tell you in person. and he would start crying before he could even say anything. he's holding your hand while sobbing tell you that it isn't going to work anymore. he was attached to you, but the love wasn't there anymore. he was so sad.

f » fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

i don't think he's in a rush, but he definitely wants to get married someday.

g » gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he's very gentle, he's just very loud. he cares about your feelings, he's never laid a hand on you with ill intent.

h » hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

he's always hugging you, he's always got a hand on you honestly!! he's very warm, and he engulfs you with love whenever he hugs you.

i » i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

not quickly, but it lowkey slipped out.

j » jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he's very jealous, but he's never aggressive about it. he jokes about it, but he's very much clearly jealous.

k » kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

they're soft, his lips are plump, and there's a lot of love in each kiss. he loves being kisses on his forehead, and he loves kissing your cheek or the top of your head whenever it's time for bed.

l » little ones (how is he around children?)

he loves them, he plays with them, but sometimes they drain HIM of his energy, so he can't be with them 24/7

m » morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

in bed, he just doesn't get up until prompted to. might get up for a snack but honestly, he just wants to cuddle... maybe more

n » night (how are nights spent with him?)

he's usually doing something, either gaming, watching tv, cooking, who knows. but they're sweet. you guys feel fulfilled just by being in proximity of each other. it's a good distance, but without the distance LOL

o » open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he opens up after like a month. he knows when to trust you he has aa strong intuition me thinks

p » patience (how easily angered is he?)

easily, but usually it's a joking manner. he's never genuinely mad at you

q » quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything, every little detail, every mole, every birth mark, even your fave things, even the smallest things, he is not forgetful with it comes to YOU

r » remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

he cherishes the beginning, when everything was so sweet and innocent. he always brings it up like, "babe, remember when...."

s » security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he's protective, like he would k*ll for you fr... but also he loves the feeling of also being protected so just show him you love him and you care.

t » try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he doesn't put a lot of effort, but they are always meaningful, even the most simple things you can tell his heart is in it

y » ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

he picks petty fights, like the most stupidest ones like "why'd you move the charger," and even if he's being playful about it, sometimes it can turn into a full blown argument

v » vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

just a little, sometimes he gets insecure, but its normal and so does everyone, just reassure him you think he's the most beautiful and hottest person ever

w » whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

yes??? bro literally gets SICK to his stomach at the though of going on tour without you. best believe he's dragging you along with him, he is NOT leaving you behind.

x » xtra (random headcanon for him)

he's dropping the most obvious hints he likes you, literally the most obvious, and you don't realize, he's literally so sad about it, bro is sulking.

y » yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

he would notttt like someone who is just like verbally abusive in anyway, or someone who gaslights; but no one should like those kinds of people, BUT FOR HIM he really despises those kinds of people.

z » zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

beomgyu lowkey snores, and he isn't really a sleep cuddl-er person. he likes to have his own part of the bed, and he takes up little to no space considering he likes sleeping in a straight posture LOL

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[🐯] feed you my love

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,141 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’ / reader is already established to join the members occasionally (aka txt adopted the reader lol) / beomgyu being shameless with pda / mentions of food and eating / usage of curse words in a friendly banter ✿ in which one of beomgyu’s cutest habits is feeding you whatever he has (and the boys try to get in on it, only to get ignored) ✿ honestly, i saw this tiktok at the part where beomgyu tries to feed yeonjun the cotton candy and my mind spiralled because it just feels like a love language to me so... enjoy! [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet 🥤

beomgyu has absolutely no shame in eating whatever he wants to eat. he takes care of his figure (to his best ability) and there are times where your mind gets confused with either how small he looks or how big he actually is. you hadn’t quite noticed it before but the longer you were with him, the more he seems to... want to feed you whatever he has in his hands. doesn’t matter, absolutely could not give zero shit on what he’s holding. french fries? he’s already holding one to your lips. chips? say no more. a cookie? he takes a bite and makes sure you take one too. his burger? already considering you to have a second bite right after him.

it might sound odd but one of beomgyu’s love languages was feeding you... and of course, the boys teases him at every chance they can get when it happens in front of them. (they lowkey think it’s the most adorable thing ever, considering how chaotic beomgyu can get but is so delicate when he’s with you)

don’t get it twisted, though. while it is a sweet gesture, there are moments and instances where he’s... creative with his advancements. there’s too many to the point you can’t keep track of which is your favorite (or most memorable).

maybe it’s that one time when he’s made an omelet without burning the kitchen and he instantly looks at you to give it a taste. it’s morning and it was one of the many times you’ve spent the night and by some force of nature, had woken up with beomgyu to make breakfast for everyone. kai was around, making sandwiches with taehyun, while you and beomgyu were in charge of frying up eggs, sausages and ham.

just as beomgyu manages to whip up a batch of omelet, he takes a bite for himself and is very, very satisfied with himself. he quickly scoops a piece on a spoon and hovers it by your cheek, using his hip to nudge at you as you’re panning the sausages.

“gyu, i’m busy, i’ll–”you can’t finish your words when beomgyu gently pushes the spoon into your mouth to make you eat the omelet. you almost kick the life out of him but when you taste what he’s made, honestly, not bad. for a second you were doubtful because you’ve... you’ve seen how he tries to cook with or without the cameras and let’s just say, all of them, all of them (maybe excluding yeonjun) have a long way to go. humble beginnings.

“not bad, right?” his eyes are sparkling at you that you can’t resist leaning over, pecking his cheek, “tastes great!”

he looks at you in a daze, as if you’ve put him in a trance until–”yah! quickly take it off the fire! it’s gonna burn!” taehyun yells from the other side of the kitchen, making beomgyu panic as he screams and hurriedly moves his pan away from the heat. you chuckle at the whole debacle, focused on the sausages you were handling, noticing how kai’s full on laughing when beomgyu’s–”arghhh! it’s okay, it’s okay! they’re still fine!”

“that’s what you get for flirting.”

“alright, bring that ass here,” beomgyu fetches the spatula, maneuvering himself around you to–”come here, huening!”

or that time when you tagged along to join the boys to make dalgona candy, and he’s very proud with the way his heart shaped one turned out. almost instantly, he holds it up to your lips, waiting for you to take the first bite. you spare him a glance, in the midst of pouring yours onto the metal plate that you wave him off, “n-not now, beomie...”

beomgyu makes a sound crossed between a whine and a yell, which seemingly sounds aggressive and adorable at the same time. at the sound, the boys glance over to see how beomgyu’s persistent to get you to try his candy. a soft round of laughters erupt when you gently nudge him away, focusing on making sure–”i wanna make mine look pretty first...”

he opens his mouth, and with a deep intake of air, you can already predict the way he’s about to yell at the top his lungs in distaste, wanting nothing more than for you to try his creation. the rest of the mentally prepare (taehyun and soobin’s already closing their ears) for the onslaught, but yeonjun’s attempting to pacify him with: "i’ll try it,” yeonjun leans over, bumping shoulders with beomgyu as he opens his mouth, “ah.” yeonjun widens his eyes, using a hand to point at his opened mouth willing to accept the candy.

yeonjun gives up in less than ten seconds when beomgyu only turn to look at him with a disinterested look; flat brows, narrowed eyes, not even a smile on the face. the older one clears his throat with a fine, not invited to the party, don’t need to tell me twice, you little shit and looks away to continue making his own candy.

when yeonjun’s out of his hair, beomgyu turns to you again, holding the candy to your lips with a frown. you finally spare him the attention when you’re done with creating your candy, allowing it to harden in the meantime. you turn the cheek to see that his brows are tightly knitted together, wrinkles on his forehead based on how hard he’s frowning that it looks permanent.

“augh, okay, okay,” you relent, opening your mouth to take a bite and the sweetness kisses your tongue as it melts. it makes you smile, and you use a thumb to pick at the crumb at the side of your lip, and you kiss your thumb to get the crumb off. then you press that thumb to beomgyu’s cheek, “yummy! and sweet. good job, beomie!”

when you turn back to check how your candy turned out, beomgyu’s already back to his usual self. he breaks a piece and hovers it by yeonjun’s mouth, to which the latter rolls his eyes at... until beomgyu scoffs and uses his knee to nudge yeonjun’s thigh that he gives in and takes a bite, making beomgyu all smiles again.

maybe the time when he opened a packet of sweets during movie night, and you hadn’t realised he held one up for you to eat as you were engrossed in the movie. he had his head laying on your lap, cheek pressed to your thigh as his eyes gaze up to the television. one of your hands were stroking his head, playing with the strands of his hair, while the other rests on his neck, feeling the gentle taps of his pulse against your finger tips. movie night had been one of the things the boys got around to do once in a while and it was horror night, the best kind.

yeonjun’s clutching onto soobin like a lifeline, who’s holding on to taehyun holding onto kai. the bunch sat on the sofa as you and beomgyu sat on the floor in front of them, unfazed just like kai was. there were screams and shouts, a commotion when the ghost pops out onto frame, scaring the main character and it’s havoc with the way kai’s laughing louder than their mixed screams.

in the midst of this, beomgyu’s holding his arm up to your lips and makes a whine. for a split second, the boys think he’s afraid, but they glance down to see that he’s just trying to feed you a piece of skittles.

“i thought we were watching a horror movie, not a romance movie.” soobin comments, using his knee to nudge beomgyu’s arm conveniently in front of him. taehyun snorts, finding the diversion to be working as he focuses on you two than the movie. you glance over your shoulder to match the sound of the voice, only to now notice beomgyu’s hand placement.

you look down to him as he lowers his hand a little, pouting when you don’t accept his candy offering.

“don’t really feel like eating candy, beomie.”

“i’ll eat it.” soobin offers, already leaning down to swoop the candy from beomgyu’s hand but the latter dodges soobin’s advances. “augh, so mean.” soobin huffs, resorting to leaning back into the sofa as he looks at the movie, but somehow finds himself drawn to see how beomgyu acts to get you to give in (even though they all have seen this probably a million times, it never seems to faze them).

“just one piece. just one,” beomgyu coaxes you, hand persistently rising up to your lips. all you have to do is open your mouth. your lips are tightly shut as you look down on him again, lightly tapping his forehead but he doesn’t budge. instead, he feigns a strain on his arm and–”ah... it hurts holding my hand up for so long...”

you let out a soft tsk before opening your mouth, allowing him to pop the candy into your mouth with a smug grin. then, he gladly feeds himself a piece, before taking out another and holding it up higher over the sofa for soobin to enjoy some of the candy as well.

you remember fondly how he tried to make you try some of his ramen, when the two of you went on a short but heart-fulfilling convenience store date. it was late, but beomgyu showed up at your door with a hand extended out to you to go on a date with me? and you couldn’t possibly say no when you’ve missed him just as much.

that’s how you two ended up at a convenient store nearby, clad in hoodies, tired smiles but giddily holding hands as you made your way there. he decided to make his “signature” cup ramen, adding other ingredients to it while you opted for something simple... by that, you mean just grabbing a cup noodle and adding water, done.

after a couple of minutes, you to curdle by the last two seats on the bar in the corner, facing the window. there’s barely anyone outside, a couple of passersby, mostly those closing up their food truck business for the night. in the silence, you two are mixing up your noodles and just as you twist some noodles with your chopsticks, you turn to see that beomgyu has done the same, already ready to feed you when you were about to feed yourself.

“ah... what about me?” he half-whines, pouting when he sees that you weren’t going to offer him a bite.

“i gotta cross-check, make sure it’s not poisoned, you know?”

“but–i... augh, you’re so mean to me.” he huffs, lowering his chopsticks back into his cup. he has a small frown, muttering to himself–how cute–but you know there’s no malice in his tone. you snicker, holding up your chopstick to him, “open up, pretty boy.”

he perks a brow, not turning his head but his eyes are on you, “really?”

“one... two–”you can’t get to three because he quickly leans over and slurps the noodles from your offering hand, smiling happily and chewing on the noodles. he doesn’t know why or how, but when you feed him something, it always, always tastes better.

“ugh, so good.” he groans, nodding in agreement with himself. you chuckle, shaking your head, “i didn’t even add anything. it’s just the noodles as it is.”

“it’s because you fed me,” he swallows his mouthful, “can’t you feed me vegetables? maybe it’ll taste nicer.”

you scoff a laugh, using your chopsticks to grab yourself a mouthful, “or maybe you can learn how to cook it properly than eating it without any seasoning.”

you’re about to eat your own serving but the clearing of his throat is what gets you to stop. when you glance at him, his brows are furrowed as he holds up his chopsticks to your direction, twisted with noodles, glued with cheese and a chunk of kimchi.

“i haven’t eaten mine yet,”

he doesn’t even respond, only blinking at you and using his eyes to point at his chopsticks for your taking. you let out a sigh and shift closer, opening your mouth and he gently makes sure the chopsticks go in without the noodles smudging your lips. it’s not as great as he thought when you end up with red sauce by the corner of your lips, but with the way you light up in enjoyment makes him so giddy, it’s like he’s gotten off a rollercoaster seeing you smile like that; doing a small sway back and forth as you chew on your food quietly, happily–together.

the two of you begin to dig into your own portions, but every now and then steal mouthfuls from each other’s cup. in the midst of eating and chatting, beomgyu freezes when you tell him hold on, and you grab onto a napkin to reach over to his cheek. you brush the corner of his lips with an amused smile. he swears to you he isn’t blushing, it’s just the spice from his ramen that you relent with a sure, okay... even though he knows you don’t believe him by a long shot (not that you have to, you were totally right, he’s whipped for you).

a tough contender would be when he’s doing a live-broadcast in one of the rooms, but he still tries to sneakily feed you some food that’s out of frame from the camera. you hadn’t realised he was on a live until after you’ve entered the room and you narrow your eyes at him talking to the phone on the tripod. you try to leave quietly but he speaks up about it, playing off that you’re one of his friends who came in. you make faces at him, mouthing the words of i’ll come back later! but he refuses to let you leave as he somehow manages to make you stay by his side, inches away from being in frame.

he’s eating a couple of desserts and he sneakily tears the wrapper while he talks about their upcoming concert. he’s able to multitask, reading the comments coming in and slyly reach to the side for you to take a bite without tearing his gaze from the phone. it’s a red bean bun, easy to share, but your hand tries to gently push it away to avoid any suspicion. however, the longer you do that, the longer he doesn’t pull his hands back so you quickly lean forward to take a bite.

he starts to smile even if it’s not at you directly and you hit his knee under the table. chuckling, he takes a bite while responding to one of the comments that says you’re handsome! “ah, thank you! i always know moa will appreciate my good looks. feel like some people around me need to appreciate that.”

he tries not to make a sound when you kick him again.

maybe... maybe it was right now in the present as you two sit side by side, along with the rest of the boys circling the coffee table in their dorm, enjoying a meal peacefully. the kind of peaceful that consisted of soft murmurs of chatter and occasional pitches of excitement on the new shows about to come out, movies ya’ll planned to watch together, new television series that everyone pitched for turns on whose suggestion to take up next.

in the midst of talking and listening, beomgyu scoops a spoonful of his kimchi fried rice, making sure to get a piece of egg and he turns to his side to watch as you slowly chew your food while agreeing with taehyun that yes, we have to watch wednesday next! as your mouth opens to start arguing with soobin who wants to watch gudetama, the nudge from beomgyu against your thigh halts you momentarily.

turning to him with slightly gaped lips, he motions for his spoon towards your mouth and beomgyu lives to see the reaction. how your eyes are initially sparking with fiery to attack, that dissolves into adoration when you lock gazes with him. how willing your mouth opens, giddily shifting forward to make sure he doesn’t spill not a single grain of rice, almost as if he can hear your well-known food is food! nothing should go to waste.

soobin can’t even be mad at the sight when he’s aware you were about to one-up him in the conversation, now witnessing how excited beomgyu gets whenever he gets to feed you.

“is it tasty?” beomgyu asks, softly, even though everyone can hear him.

with your mouth full, you can’t respond with words so you nod with a garbled up hum of mhm! and put a thumbs up. beomgyu shakes his head with a augh, so fucking cute, using his freehand to ruffle your hair and continue eating. yeonjun swallows his ramen, nudging soobin by the elbow when he knows the latter was watching as well, “because of that, i’m on your side to watch gudetama.”

you ignore the conversation, proceeding to twist some of your pasta so you can return beomgyu the favour. it’s like he’s anticipating it, beckoning for you to i want some of the chicken, too. although you retort with look at you, taking advantage of my kindness, beomgyu grins when you’re cutting the best part; charred and drenched in the sauce to poke it with your twisted pasta. you carefully turn to beomgyu who leans forward, opening wide to make sure nothing spills.

then, it’s a brief moment of the two of you smiling at each other, chewing and enjoying the food in bliss as if none of the guys are there. even though the guys constantly tease or pretend to vomit, they secretly approve of it with knowing gazes.

the moment is short-lived when kai bumps shoulders with you, reminding you that the show wednesday is superior and–”ah, right,” you swallow your food and now look to soobin with narrowed eyes, “back to you and your egg show, we’re watching wednesday. my vote’s with kai,”

“hell yeah!” kai high-fives you, to which soobin groans, “you guys suck! gudetama is a better bet! it’s so cute!”

“i agree with soobs!” yeonjun pitches, and kai whines, “ugh, old people and their tendencies.”

“the fuck did you say?!”

“oh, here we go again.” taehyun groans, throwing his head back as the onslaught begins.

beomgyu now watches as you and kai debate with soobin and yeonjun on what to watch next. taehyun is a silent spectator shaking his head at both parties. what beomgyu truly enjoys from this is how you don’t miss the way he wants to continuously feed you and how you take pauses to feed him in return. it’s almost as if it’s second nature for you to reciprocate his love language and that... that made his heart full; and it wasn’t because of the food.

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